The six mustang stallions now centaurs woke from a dreamless sleep thanks to a sound of banging on the door. The six rose rather grumpily; getting cock blocked by both a stern looking stallion and mare last night after transforming during a thunder storm. They naturally confused at their new limbs, skin, hair and other humanoid features felt confused. The smell of the mares in a similar situation did bring stirrings in their loins; finding comfort in a familiar sensation most reveled in during mating season. Yet before they could act on those base impulses, the head mare and head stallion reared up on them and blocked their advances.
“Not tonight,” was all the head mare spoke as she glared at the despondent six. Getting ushered into a bungalow offering more protection from the wind and rain and out of view of the mares, they all silently sighed in relief as none of them became mares as per the goddess’s decree. Hearing the news that two of them would need to become mares to equal out the genders, made all the stallions nervous over the coming days.
“Wasn’t there eight of us in the barn,” a cream furred mustang whose human half is of Spanish ancestry; stretching and glad to no longer sharing a hay pile with his reluctant room mate.
“Now that you mention it,” a charcoal black mustang whose human torso and accent indicated he was from Albania; “there were. Did the two getting swapped happen?
“Only one stallion became a mare,” the black furred centaur with an Pashtun human half; introducing himself as Lightning and briefly explaining what happened last night.
“After Rasputin was changed into a mare as a punishment for his attempt to rape a horse halfling, Epona’s magic only changed one of you stallions into the opposite sex. As for your seventh companion, he hooked up with Josephine; she was present in stopping Rasputin’s crime and saving a foal he ran off with.”
“Lucky bugger,” a grey furred mustang that was Inuit for his human half; “but what about us? Do we get mates?”
“Epona wants us to repopulate this world,” Lighting answering calmly; “but she will not allow it to be done by force. Prior centaurs brought the species to extinction with such bestial acts. Creating what my former master best described as a virus that infected and killed just about everyone. Epona is determined to not let history repeat itself,” Lightning adding.
“So if the math is correct,” a centaur mustang with a Vietnamese accent; “there are six of us to five mares.”
All the stallions turned to the piebald mustang who said that as he calmly put on a tunic that was left for them the night prior. “One of us will be without a mate,” he adds while looking at Lightning.
“You let Epona worry about that,” Lightning answering; sensing Epona is planning something to correct this second imbalance. He just wasn't certain when this will happen.
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Fatima was the first to wake up in the bungalow she was sharing with the other mares, opening the window to see the sun rising up thanks to the window looking east. The Nepali Mustang mare looked down to see the grey furred mustang that was once male sleeping fitfully in the hay. Her upper torso a light bronze, similar to a person of Iroquois descent; her black hair glossy, in contrast to the creamy yellow mane and tail. She slept in the top she was offered shortly after coming into the bungalow; clearly nervous and afraid. Fatima barely got anything out of her except her name; that name was Magnum.
‘You’ll need a new name,’ Fatima thought as she quietly left the room and started to wake up the rest of her sleeping companions. Of the three remaining mares, two had solid brown fur for their equine half while their upper torsos were white skinned. One of Scottish ancestry and the other French. The third mare was a pure white furred centaur with dark skin and a Jamaican accent. Fatima was a bit surprised at how forward the mare was when the stallion named Ben knocked. Coming to check up on them, explaining he was once a vet; a type of doctor that looked after animals. He was checking everyone out to make certain they were okay physically, when the Jamaican mare planted a very amorous kiss on the stallion.
“I already have a mate,” Ben not returning the kiss; “Lucy would not appreciate you trying to poach me.”
Fatima smirked as the mares started to stir. First waking up was the French mustang mare; her black tail swishing as she stretched herself awake. Next was Fatima’s sleeping partner who shivered as she slowly entered the common room. Last was both the Jamaican and Scottish mares; the Jamaican was looking rather sultry and clearly gearing up to land a stallion in short order.
“Can we hold off on trying to get filled with stallion seed for the moment,” Fatima looking at the mare.
“I can’t help myself,” the mare responding; “for the first time I’m feeling arousal to the opposite sex and I can’t wait to feel him in me.”
“Gelded,” the French sounding centaur mare answering with a sigh; “why humans seek to keep us from mating I’ll never know.”
“Were part human now,” the Scottish mustang responding; “and I understand our sister’s eagerness to mate. My first time was a few years ago and I sensed my time nearing again before we arrived here.”
“Still,” Fatima wondering if the mustangs will be just as handsome as her twin brother; “let’s just take it easy.”
“I’m not making it easy for them,” the French mare scoffing; “I want them to work for a chance to plow me.”
“Please can we just go,” the remaining centaur mare mumbling; the Native American female looking glum at having her gender changed from male to female.
Stepping outside they were greeted by both Amanda and Josephine. Fatima recognizing the Nakota from last night as they guide the group to the communal washroom. Their arrival coincided with the stallions. Fatima then noticed that Josephine was gripping onto a cudgel; wondering if that was to keep the males from trying to storm them.
“No horse play right now,” Amanda glaring at the males; “there will be time for that later this evening. Morning business then to the church; Epona has a few words to impart. Then we all have breakfast,” Amanda adding.
Being guided to the area, Fatima noticed Josephine putting the cudgel away and picking up a stick with a sponge on the end. She was using it to wipe the various stallions and mares clean after they finished their business. Seeing the Iroquois mare flinch as Josephine brushed the sponge one her sex.
“I was like that,” Josephine speaking as she brushed the mare’s legs; “my first time peeing from a leathery vulva instead of from a penis wasn’t a fun experience. But then it became as natural as breathing,” Josephine putting the sponge away. ”Amanda was this the one you spoke of?”
“Yes,” Amanda answering as she wiped down the rest including Fatima; “like you she was once male and could use some help adjusting. Can you help with that today as you patrol the village?”
“I suppose,” Josephine answering; “but I would like time to get the mash going for my first batch of shine first prior to patrolling.”
“Have,” Amanda looking at the mare confusingly not sure what her name is; “I’m sorry what is your name?”
“Magnum,” the mare meekly answering; feeling afraid with all the eyes upon her.
“Not exactly a name for a mare,” Amanda ponders; “why don’t you think off a new name to go by and we’ll help get you better situated after church. Josephine will make certain you are safe from any stallions with an aggressive nature,” Amanda staring at a few with genuine concern.