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🕑 Added 2018-01-31 10:23:02 +0000 UTC Note: This is a story-prompt for Fox Face.-
The magic of the forest will not let this stand!
Amy dropped her briefcase, startled by the disembodied voice coming from the foliage. She had been taking a stroll on the forest path during one of her breaks from the law offices where she worked as an attorney, several blocks away. Her heart racing, she looked down at the soda can she had discarded on the grass, before hesitating, and reaching down to pick it back up.
Justice will be found! the voice boomed again.
Just before Amys fingers could make contact with the can, her stomach lurched and her skin burned, her insides feeling as though they were stretching. She stared down at herself in horror as her body began to shift and contort. She attempted to stagger away, but found herself collapsing on the ground, her torso lengthening, her back snapping, and hairs springing up on her lower body. Her scream of pain turned into a choked sobbing as somethinglimbs?sprung out from her torso. Her form shuddered violently as she writhed on the grass. Finally, the pain ended, and Amy was left gasping for breath. Her whole body felt different. Heavy, now. She looked down at herself, and her jaw dropped.
She had become a horse from the waist down, whereas she remained human from the waist up. She stared down at herself in horror, pulling some of her newly white and silky hair out of her face. She struggled off the ground, stunned when her limbs worked in concert. Her hooves trampled nervously as she continued to regard herself. She noticed that her formerly flat was now occupied by full, found breasts. They had mostly burst free from her blouse, nipples barely concealed by the few buttons that remained. Amy couldnt help noting the irony of the fact that she had finally developed breasts but there was no way she could humor the concept of showing them off. She couldnt be seen like this! Amys gaze shifted to her fallen briefcase, her mind still numb with shock.
There was a trotting noise, a clopping of hooves. Amys mouth fell open when another centaur emerged from the foliage. This one was male, and he was extremely handsome. He threw her a grin, eyes bright as he perused her. If it isnt a new filly, he said excitedly.
Amy blushed and shifted, not sure what he meant by that. Her instincts told her to flee, but somehow she found herself frozen to the spot. To her astonishment, her skin became heated, to the point that she felt feverish, and somewhat dizzy. Her loins tingled, and she couldnt help noticing the way the male centaurs own gender seemed to be growing, emerging from between his hind legs, and goodness, he was massive. The more she stared, hotter she became, and the more empty her insides felt. Her body shivered as he approached and she released a keening whimper. In the in the back of her mind, Amy came to realize that she would not be satisfied, not complete, until she was filled up with his foals.
