Keywords: Transformation, Adult, Magic
Species: Human, Equine
Ayshea 
By Wolphin.

Ever since I met Ayshea, thing have been different.  Actually, 
that is probably an understatement.  If you had told me a few 
months about what was going to happen in my life, well, I probably 
would have sent you in for psychiatric evaluation.  But, quite 
surprisingly thing have worked out nicely.  Ayshea and myself seem 
to be made for each other, that may seem strange, but it is true.

From the beginning, her friends said it wouldn't last, most of 
mine just sat around drooling over her.  I mean, it isn't every 
day you see someone as devilishly handsome as myself with such a 
good-looking lady strolling about the town.  Actually, some would 
probably argue with that previous line.  Yes, she is extremely 
beautiful, slightly taller that me, her hair is a light chestnut 
colour which shimmers when the light hits it but she may argue 
with being called a lady.  Don't get me wrong, she fits the 
definition, but one may assume too much when they hear the term.  
I should really explain.  The logical place to start is in the 
beginning, so I may as well start back there.

About six months ago I had a mad urge to go fishing.  It was early 
summer, the rains had eased off, the rivers were running clear and 
beginning to drop back to their summer flow.  Originally there was 
a group of us down for a weekend, but they don't really fish that 
much, so Sunday night they headed back to the city and I camped 
out by myself for a few days of serious fishing.  

I'll admit, I'm not the worlds greatest fisherman.  Sure, I'm good 
and I've got a couple of nice fish in my time, but I refuse to get 
up at the crack of dawn, leave a nice warm bed to go and stand 
knee deep in the subzero water, watching my fingers freeze to the 
butt of my rod while saying through blue lips, "Isn't this fun."  
No, I'll stay in bed, have a leisurely breakfast, then hit the 
water mid morning.

However, this week was not that bad.  The mornings were mild and 
the afternoons were getting positively hot.  On more than one 
occasion I debated about stripping off and having a good dunking, 
but always ended up deciding against it.  On this particular day I 
had planned to it a stretch of river which ran along the end of an 
isolated farm.

It was pretty close to the middle of no where.  Some old 
settlement scheme from the 1940s I think.  There was an access 
road to the river near one boundary and the going along the river 
bank was pretty easy.  I arrived a little after nine and quickly 
grabbed all my gear and headed off downstream.  I had planned to 
hike down to the farm, then walk along the open banks.  I had 
discussed it with an old fishing buddy before, but neither of us 
had actually done it before, but we had looked at the aerial 
photos and thought we could cover probably five kilometres or so 
of river.  Plus, in the middle of the farm land a substantial 
creek entered the river, that would definitely be worth a cast at 
this time of year.

After fighting my way through the undergrowth I finally reached 
the farm boundary.  It was the standard rusting barbwire fence 
which I was pretty experienced at climbing over.  I always felt a 
little nervous about entering farms like this.  There was nothing 
illegal about it, the actual river and twenty meters either side 
of it was State Forest, but I never felt like arguing the point 
with an irate farmer armed with a double barrelled shotgun.

Anyway, I finally reached the water and like I had hoped there was 
a fair amount of fish around.  Almost every log, rock or run 
seemed to have some form of fish lurking in, under or beside it.  
However, there was nothing of any size, I got a couple of 
undersize rainbows, plus released another few.  There were lots of 
perch in the pools, but none of any size, but I kept on heading 
downstream.

Eventually I reached the pool where the creek flowed in.  I was a 
little wary of a big fish hanging around the mouth so I carefully 
crept down along the long grass.  Finally I got myself into 
position, sheltered behind a fallen log, leaning out a bit I put a 
cast just where I wanted it.  

Perfect.

Drawing a breath I slowly retrieved my line, bracing myself for 
the sudden jerk I was expecting.  Carefully I turned the handle, 
listening to the silence of the surrounds, then I jumped as the 
lure hit the tip of the rod.

Nothing.

Choosing another spot, I tried again with the same results.  

Still nothing.

Twenty minutes later there was still nothing, but I did have an 
ominous swirl behind the lure on one cast.  I decided to "rest the 
water" as they say and thought that it was as good a time as any 
to have lunch.  Settling back behind my log, I pulled out a 
sandwich and started munching away.

A few minutes later I hear the clip-clop of a horse nearby.  I 
looked up from behind my log, but couldn't see anything.  The pool 
curved around a sharp bend about ten meters downstream and I 
gathered one of the horses from the farm had wandered down for a 
drink.  I decided not to do anything in case I spooked it and 
continues with my lunch.  

A while later I stuffed the empty wrapped in my pocket, grabbed my 
rod and prepared for another cast.  The horse had completely 
slipped my mind.  

Peering out from my hiding place I did a long cast down around the 
bend.  I was just about to start my retrieve when I heard a female 
voice shout out "hey!"

Surprised I stuck my head out from behind the log.  

There, in the water was the head of a woman, probably in her early 
twenties, holding my line in her hands, looking with a surprised 
expression my direction.

Unsure what to do, I bobbed my head in greeting.

"G'day," I said, somewhat embarrassed.

Since she was holding my line, plus the fact that any fish which 
had been in the pool had long since disappeared I climbed over the 
log and walked down the bank towards her, retrieving my line in 
the process.

"Sorry," I said again.  "I didn't expect to see anyone else here, 
let alone anyone swimming."

She glared at me for a while, seemingly annoyed.  Then her face 
melted into a radiant smile.

"That is ok," she replied, slicking my line clear of her 
shoulders.  "I never expected to have someone try and catch me 
like that."

I grinned and wound the lure in.  

"So, you live in these parts?" I ventured.

She nodded.  "My folks own this farm, although they live in the 
city.  So I look after it.  It is not serious money earner.  We do 
have a few cattle and some of it is blue gums, but most of it is 
partially cleared.  I just like to wander down along the old 
tracks, getting a feel for it, getting back to nature as it were."

I nodded knowingly.

"You ride too?" I added.

For a moment she looked a little alarmed.  

"What do you mean?"

"Ride a horse, I heard a horse nearby a short while ago," I 
explained.

"Ahhh," she said looking relieved.  "I suppose you could say 
that."

I looked puzzled.

"Well," she explained.  "There are horses here, but as a general 
rule, I don't ride them.  Not too good at staying on, I have a 
tendency to fall off - hopeless balance."

She smiled and I chuckled back.

"I know the feeling."

"Do you ride?" she asked.

"Me?  No, I've been on a horse about twice in my life.  I'm 
hopeless.  I can sit on them, but that is about it.  But I've 
always liked horses.  Always fancied a Clydesdale.  Now that is my 
kind of horse, nice and placid.  But with a sort of hidden 
strength."  I shrugged.  "I don't know, I've always seemed to like 
the big horses, they always seem to have more effect on me than 
the small breeds."

She nodded in understanding.

As we were talking she had floated downstream.  I had followed her 
along the bank, crossing over the creak and making my way around 
the corner.  Here there was a well defined path leading down from 
the paddock and across the grass to a small beach.  On the edge of 
the grass was a backpack, a towel and I could make out a T-shirt.  

That filtered through my brain and I blushed.

"Oh, I am so sorry," I blurted out.  "I'll leave."

"Hmmm?" she enquired quizzically.

I gestured to her clothes and did my best not too look at her.  

"Your clothes," I said.  "I'm sorry, I didn't realise.  I'll just 
keep heading downstream."

She looked puzzled for a moment, then let out a gale of laughter, 
her face lighting up in a patch of sunshine.  

"No, no," she said, her voice full of merriment.  "That is ok.  If 
you just turn your back for a moment, I'll put something on."

I quickly turned around and studied a nearby tree with intimate 
detail.  I heard the sound of dripping water, followed by vigorous 
rubbing and a few seconds later she told me I could turn around.

Her hair hung down past her shoulders, its wet strands still 
dripping on the hastily pulled on T-shirt.  One hand holding the 
towel wrapped around her waist, while the other reached for the 
backpack.

"So, Mr Fisherman," she said with a gleam in her eye.  "Do you 
have a name?"

"Err, Br... Brian," I stumbled, my eyes transfixed on her figure. 

She was amazing.

There was an awkward silence before I stuttered "Umm, can I ask 
your name?"

"Ayshea," she said quietly.

"Aye-she-ia?" I questioned.  

She nodded.

"Interesting name, Gaelic?" 

She nodded again.

Another awkward silence.

"So, any good fishing spots around here?" I asked.

She looked a little unsure, then brightened up.  

"Well, nothing brilliant, but down towards the other boundary 
there is a nice spot," she ventured.  "I've seen fish swimming in 
the pool."

I looked relieved.

"Right then, I'll be on my way," I said.  "It was nice to meet you 
Ayshea."

I started to turn.

"Wait!" she called out.  "Don't go that way.  The river does a big 
bend.  If you cut across the paddock its only about half a 
kilometre or so, probably two, two and a half going along the 
river."

I nodded, "Thanks."

"I'll show you the way," she said.  "Its a nice walk on a day like 
today."

She slung the backpack over her shoulder and headed off up the 
path.  Clipping the lure to the base of my rod I followed.  
Climbing up out of the river channel, the remains of a green field 
spread out before us.  In the distance, you could see the line of 
trees marking the river.  She was right, it did do a big loop, I 
could save a considerable amount of time doing this.

Before we left, I looked back at the beach.  It was force of 
habit.  Always check an area before you leave to ensure nothing is 
left behind.  There was something strange about it, but I could 
not figure it out.  Puzzled I followed Ayshea into the paddock.

As we walked we talked.  For the first few minutes it was awkward.  
I always feel nervous around people I do not know and Ayshea was 
no exception.  The fact I thought she was beautiful did not help 
things at all either.  She also seemed a little nervous, but 
slowly she relaxed.

It turned out she was a little like me.  Basically down here to 
recharge her batteries and get away for it for a while.  Like me, 
she had taken a few months off work and was enjoying it.  I was 
fascinated by her name, it was very unusual and I asked her if she 
was from Ireland.  She was not, but her ancestors were.  In fact, 
it turned out we both had ancestors from the same part of Ireland.

Halfway across the paddock we were chatting like old friends.  
There was a large peppermint tree nearby and I suggested we 
stopped by for a break.  The midday sun was frying my brain and I 
needed to cool down.

She nodded in understanding and we headed for the tree, sweeping 
aside the weeping branches and walking inside the shadowed 
enclosure.  The interior of the tree was much cooler that outside 
and I flopped on the dead leaves, exhausted, lying back on my pack 
feeling the sweat roll off me.

I closed my eyes and heard Ayshea collapsed on the ground beside 
me.  As we both relaxed in the cool hideaway my jumbled thoughts 
tried to put themselves in order.  Finally it dawned on me.

I rolled on my side to face her.

"Your horse," I said.

"What?" she replied.

"Your horse," I continued.  "What about your horse?"

"What do you mean my horse?" she asked.

"Your horse," I persisted.  "You rode it into the water.  There 
was one set of horse prints leading into the water, but one set of 
human prints leading out.  That has been gnawing away at me since 
we left the river, but it just clicked.  Plus you're not wearing 
any shoes.  You must have ridden down to the river.  But where is 
your horse?"

For a moment she looked at me strangely before saying "I don't 
have a horse."

"But you must," I insisted.  "You rode down to the water on it, 
lead it in, then you went swimming.  What happened to it?  Did it 
float away?"

Her face was expressionless as she said, "I didn't have a horse."

"But you must," I pressed.  "You even said that you have horses 
here, so what happened to it.  It couldn't disappear into thin 
air, I mean you're not hiding it in a back pocket are you?"

She gave me that strange look again and shook her head, looking a 
little sad.  

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she said quietly.

"What," I said sarcastically.  "That you can make a horse 
disappear with a wave of your hand?"

I meant it as a joke, but she must have taken it seriously as she 
nodded at me solemnly.

I giggled, then looked at her quizzically.

"I'll show you," she said slowly.

Standing, she looked down at me.  "Go outside and stand with your 
back to the tree and I'll show you my horse."

I felt a bit of a fool, but she seemed so serious.  Almost 
reluctantly  I clambered to my feet, gave her another quizzical 
look which she answered with a gesture to get out.  So, I pushed 
myself out through the branches and stood in the sun surveying the 
paddock.

"And no peeking," she called out from behind me and I nodded.

Behind me I heard rustling in the leaves, but I kept my word and 
studied the landscape.  After a minute I felt embarrassed, after 
two I felt like an idiot and could imagine her heading off in the 
opposite direction behind me.  The rustlings in the leaves stopped 
and I debated whether or not to turn around.

Then, suddenly there was a loud whinny about two foot from my ear.

My first reaction was to run and I was all ready to bolt, when 
curiosity over took me, turning I peered into the tree.  It was 
too dark in there to make anything out, hesitating I parted the 
curtain of leaves and stepped inside.

The coolness and darkness enveloped me and it took a few moments 
for my eyes to adjust, then I saw it.  It was pretty hard not to 
notice.

A huge horse's head, staring right at me.  I took a sudden intake 
of breath and the horse stepped forward and nickered softly at me.  
It seemed harmless enough, but boy was it big.  Obviously a 
Clydesdale and a big one at that.  Its muscular shoulder stood at 
the same height as my head.  

Peering around the dark insides of the tree, I looked for any sign 
of Ayshea.  Against the trunk was her backpack, then I noticed her 
towel and T-shirt draped over a low branch.  Other than that there 
was no sign.  Curious, I examined the complete inside of the tree, 
there was no sign of her, there was just the horse.

Well, at least the horse seemed friendly enough, as I explored the 
shadow recess of the tree it followed my movements with its eyes, 
nervously pawing at the ground with one foot.  I completed my 
examination and found myself absentmindedly stroking the flank of 
the beast.

Ayshea was gone and this horse was here.  Clearly she had not left 
the tree, I would have heard it, I made enough noise going out.  
Likewise, even if the horse was nearby when I left the tree, which 
it wasn't, I would have heard it.  My mind worked its self through 
all the possibilities.  Then, a combination of desperate thoughts 
emerged.  Glancing down to beneath the hind quarters of the beast 
I discovered that it was actually a her.

I turned and regarded its great head and for the second time that 
day felt like a fool.

"Ayshea?" I ventured, somehow not surprised when the horse bobbed 
its head in acknowledgement.

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For a moment I stood there, silent.  The only sound the gently 
breathing of the horse.  This just could not be, someone was not 
able to transform themselves into a horse.  It was against the 
laws of nature, let alone physics.  This beast must have been at 
least ten times the weight of Ayshea the human.  But here it was, 
I knew that somehow it must be her.  As Holmes said, eliminate all 
possible scenarios and whatever is left, however improbably, must 
be true.

Well, Ayshea was not hiding from me and the horse must have came 
from somewhere.   Since there was not anything like an underground 
tunnel here, that meant the horse must have been here when I left, 
similarly Ayshea must still be here.  This all pointed to Ayshea 
being the horse.

I could not believe it.

"I can't believe it," I said to myself.  "You can not be Ayshea.  
It is not possible.  Oh great, now look at me, I'm talking to a 
horse."

The horse curled its lips back and nickered loudly at me, I would 
have sworn it was laughing.  Then it stepped closer and draped its 
head over my back and pulled me close to her shoulder.  Absently I 
gently scritched at her fur and she whickered softly in my ear in 
appreciation.

For a while I just stood there thinking about it.  This woman had 
turned into a horse and now I was massaging her shoulder.  Life is 
strange don't you think? Ayshea was the first to break the 
silence.  She lifted her head and slowly took a few steps back 
until she could look directly at me.  She regarded me calmly for a 
few moments, then her eyes closed.

At first nothing happened, then the strangest thing I have ever 
seen occurred.  Her head began to shrink, her muzzle pulling in 
towards her eyes while her eyes moved in and down her head.  At 
the same time her neck began to pull up towards her head, drawing 
some of her body mass with it.  The dark brown fur began to 
lighten, then fade until only tanned skin remained.  As I watched, 
definite shoulders formed and arms separated from the rest of her 
body.  My eyes darted back to her head, where her ears slid to the 
side, pulling her head into a more rounded human shape while her 
mane lengthened into flowing golden locks.  Then, after a few 
minutes a centaur stood before me.

For the second time that day, I was speechless.  

"Y...you... just were...?" I stuttered like a baby.

She giggled innocently.

"Yes," she replied.  "That was me and this too is me as was the 
form you saw before.  But before you start to ask too many 
questions, I shall explain.  Come."

She gestured for me to join her as she strode out into open and 
unsure what to do, I followed.  I did not know where we were 
going, but she seemed to know so I followed, enthralled by her 
story.

She began by explaining that technically she was not a centaur.  
Sure, she was in that form now, but centaurs are creatures with a 
horse's body and a human torso, while she was able to change her 
shape.  She could be human, equine or almost any combination of 
either.  She was born a human, her unusual ability not awakening 
in her to much later in life.

"You probably don't know what girls go through during puberty," 
she explained.  

"But you do know their bodies change, well, mine changed a little 
more than most," she gave her infectious giggle again and waves a 
hand back over her flanks before continuing with her story.

As far as she knew she was a horse spirit.  A sort of lost soul, 
unable to determine to which species it should adhere.  Apparently 
it is not uncommon and there were recorded cases before, hence the 
tales of centaurs, minotaurs and werewolves.  She said it still 
happened today, but people were unable to recognise it.  

"To be willing to see a centaur," she said.  "You have to believe 
in them.  If you had seen me walk into the pool, you would have 
seen a horse get in and swim around.  However, you did not see me 
until I called out, even then you only saw my human half.  I was 
equine below the water, but you could not know that.  In fact, it 
was not until you noticed my tracks leading in and out of the 
water that your brain began to comprehend.  I sensed that in you 
and was willing to take a chance that you would be able to see me.  
If you had not believed, then you would not have called me Ayshea 
when you entered the tree after I changed."

It was strange, but it sounded logical coming from her.  Then 
again, I had a feeling anything coming from her would have sounded 
logical.  She continued to talk about how there were several other 
so-called mythological creatures living in this area.  They all 
knew one another and lived in relative privacy in the general 
community.

She paused in her walk and looked down at me.  

"Any questions?" she asked before resuming.

"Ummm, well, you said you could become equine, just this form?" I 
asked.

She stopped and looked at me again.

"No," she said.  "I can change myself to almost any sub-species 
assuming I know what I am trying to transform into and have seen 
it before."

I nodded.

"But this is like a default form for you?"

She looked at me quizzically.

"No, not really," then she smiled.  "I actually changed into this 
form because I remembered you said you like Clydesdales.  But I 
probably am a little large really."

She stopped in her walking and closed her eyes again.  It was hard 
to describe what happened next.  The best description would be to 
say she shrank.  Her muscular Clydesdale body seemed to collapse 
in on itself.  The muscles remained, but were smaller and 
different looking.  Her legs also shrank, thinning.  The hairy 
feathers on her legs faded into the sleek feet of a small breed of 
horse.  Her torso also shrunk, reducing in size to keep in 
proportion to her new body.  Within a few moments, I still had a 
centaur standing before me, but a smaller breed.  I was not sure, 
but I would have thought her equine body was probably a Arabian 
thoroughbred, but I was not sure.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me, this time from an almost 
equal height, although it did help that I was standing on a 
tussock of grass.  She pranced around me.

"You like?" she asked with a gleam in her eye.

I nodded.

"So, this is you?" I enquired tentatively.

She nodded.  

"This is what you could call my, ummm, default form," she said.  
"I sort of shift into it if I don't think about retaining whatever 
form I was in.  Fox example, sometimes I go to sleep in my human 
form and wake up in this form.  It doesn't happen very often, but 
I have got myself a reinforced bed."

I nodded in understanding.

"This is also the form I feel most comfortable in," she continued.  
"When I am in another form I seem to feel constricted in some way.  
It is not uncomfortable, but a little like wearing ill fitting 
clothes.  When I am human, it is like wearing something that is 
too loose, when I was that Clydesdale it was like wearing clothes 
that were too tight.  This form seems to fit me much better, so I 
wear it a lot."

I nodded again and continued walking alongside her as she resumed 
moving at a slow pace.  We wandered up out of the flood-plain and 
along under some trees, she was talking about what she called her 
"condition."  For the most part of it I just nodded, asking 
questions every now and again, learning more about her and her 
kind.  After a while, an old building came into view.

"A renovated stable," she explained with a grin.  "The original 
house was knocked down after a fire damaged it.  This place isn't 
as nice, but it seems to suit my needs much better than a 
conventional house."

It was what I would have described as quaint.  A small, two story 
weatherboard building, carefully nestled within a clump of trees.  
One side had a gentle ramp leading up to the upper story, probably 
left over from the days of storing grain and whatever upstairs.

She opened the main door and gestured for me to enter.

"Sorry if it is a little basic inside," she apologised.  "I'm not 
one who goes in for the fancy things."

I muttered something about it being fine and entered the dark 
interior.

Inside I was greeted by the smell of fresh hay.  One end of the 
bottom story had been kept as a stable, while the other end was a 
combined kitchen and lounge room.  A small set of stairs led up to 
a loft upstairs.  As I flopped down in one of the chairs, she 
walked over to the fridge, opened it and pulled out a jug of 
water.  She poured me a glass and stood watching me.

As I slipped at the water she drank the rest of the jug, refilled 
it and finished it again.  I smiled to myself.  She had told me 
how while in a centaur form she had to eat to accommodate both 
parts of her body.  That was why she usually ate in her horse 
form, she said the grass was bland, but it was much better suited 
for eating large amounts of food.

After a few minutes we had both recovered enough to talk again, so 
for a while we made small talk.  I mentioned the stable part 
behind her and she blushed, pointing out there was a bed upstairs, 
but a horse was not very comfortable on satin sheets.  I giggled 
and nodded in understanding.  While we were talking, I noticed she 
began to rub her hind quarters on the bench.  In the beginning I 
ignored it, but then it became obvious something was annoying her, 
so I asked her about it.

She stopped with a start.

"Oh, sorry," she said.  "I did not really realise I was doing it.  
My hair is all a mess and I have not had a good grooming in ages."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Well," she continued.  "I use to book myself in to a dressage 
place and get the full treatment, but there is no-one good around 
here and there are limits to how much my arms can reach."

I was silent for a moment.

"I could give you a grooming," I ventured.

She looked at me for a long minute, then nodded before walking in 
to the stable part of the house.  She rummaged in a cupboard for a 
moment, then returned with an array of brushes.  She handed me 
one.

I took it as I stood up.

"I'm no expert at this," I said hesitatingly.  "You'll have to 
tell me what to do and don't worry.  If I do something wrong, yell 
at me and I won't do it again."

"Don't worry," she said with a cheerful grin.  "Its easy.  You put 
the brush on your hand like this and you make your way over my 
coat."

I nodded.

"Where do I start?" I asked.

"Usually you start with a horse's neck," she explained.  "But I'd 
say it would be ok to start at my shoulder."

I started just above her left leg.  Tentatively at first I brushed 
at her fur.

"Harder," she said.  "You don't have to worry about hurting me.  
I'm not a cat or anything."

I nodded and pressed a little harder.

It was not easy going, I was trying to be through and I began to 
build up a sweat.  It took me quite a while to finish her leg.  
Then I made my way back up to her shoulder.  Her body was easier 
and I could do it in long slow strokes.  Lazily I progressed along 
her side and on to her left hind leg.  Again, this took me a 
considerable amount of time.  Then I worked my way through her 
tail.  

It was a long tail and I worked out all of the knots and brushed 
it until it glowed.  I looked up at her human shoulders and 
realised I must be doing something right as her head was thrown 
back and she was making what I would have to call mhrring noises.

I smiled to myself and brushed down her right hind leg before 
working my way back up her equine flanks.  I then commenced 
grooming her right foreleg, eventually finishing down at her hoof.  
Slowly standing, I ran the brush lightly over the edge of her 
equine chest, lifting it off where it her fur faded to human skin.  
She shivered and placed her hands on my shoulders, I looked up and 
we both leaned forward.  As our lips brushed in a sensuous kiss 
for the first time I became acutely aware of her human breasts 
which were pushing against me.

After a moment our lips parted and our mouths separated.  We both 
opened our eyes and looked at each other, then with one some 
unspoken signal we embraced again.  As I held her, I felt her move 
beneath me, I opened one eye and looked over her shoulder in time 
to see the remains of her equine rump fade into her now very 
feminine figure.  The legs which now pressed against me were 
definitely very human.

For a second time we parted.

She smiled seductively and whispered,   "you've massaged one part 
of me, now how about the other...?"

I just smiled as she lead me upstairs.

The loft contained a small wardrobe and a large bed.  We both sank 
down on the bed and embraced again.  Then she turned over onto her 
front and I began to massage her shoulders.  I gradually worked my 
way down her back and for the second day along her legs.  She then 
turned over and I worked my way back along her front.  By the time 
I had finished at her temples, her own hands had begun to massage 
my own body and it was not long until I too was naked.

The evening progressed and we slowly explored each others bodies, 
first with caressing finger, then in more intimate ways.  Finally, 
as the house descended into darkness we lay wrapped in each others 
arms, happy, but exhausted.  

That night I had the strangest dreams.

I dreamt I had met this beautiful woman.  We made love.  Then, as 
we coupled she slowly turned into a horse.  I remained coupled to 
her and I felt my own body begin to change.

It started first with my maleness, growing to match her own 
proportions, then my legs changed, extending as my toes welded 
themselves into hooves.  A tail grew from my rear as my hips 
expanded to fit my new legs.  The change continued up my body, my 
chest and torso enlarging while my new feet danced behind my lover 
as I continued to thrust inside her.  My arms with which I was 
holding on to her shoulders suddenly extended, my hands reforming 
themselves into hooves, then the change progressed to my neck.  
While she had kept her human torso, my neck began to extend and I 
felt my head growing heavy.  A muzzle pushed itself out from my 
face and I felt my ears slide up to the top of my head.  My eye 
sight wavered as my eyes realigned themselves.  Then from deep 
within me, I felt a familiar sensation as the stallion I had 
become continued to mate with the mare beneath me.

Letting out a whinny of pleasure my huge organ spasmed inside her 
and I collapsed exhausted over her back.

Wow, what a dream.

I stood still and shivered as tremors of pleasure shock my huge 
frame.  Then it dawned on me.  This was too realistic to be a 
dream.  The sensations, the sights, the smells.  All too real.

I let out another whinny, this time one of surprise.  Ayshea's 
head suddenly spun around and looked at me with a start.  She gave 
an anguished cry and stepped forward, sliding out from under me.  
I took a deep breath in pleasure as I slipped free.  I was not 
sure, but I could tell, I was a lot bigger certain departments and 
that certain things still felt really good.

She turned and cradled my huge head in her arms, pressing my head 
against her breasts.  

A tear slipped from her eye.

"I am so sorry," she sobbed.  "I did not mean it.  I was not aware 
of what I was doing.  It should not have turned out like this."

I rubbed my forehead against her skin.  I would have liked to have 
told her not to worry. I definitely did not mind, but all that 
came out was a soft whicker.

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Ayshea fussed over me for a while.  I could see she was stressed 
about what had happened, like I said before, I would have liked to 
have been able to tell her everything was okay, that I did not 
mind, but this was a little hard when you could not actually say 
anything.  So, I did a lot of nickering and nibbling at her flanks 
instead.

After a time, I began to get hungry.  I think she heard my stomach 
growling because she suggested we go outside.  She wandered over 
to the large door, opened it and lead me down the ramp.  I was 
glad she did since by eyesight was now pretty bad compared to how 
it had been.  A lot of blurred shapes and very little definition.

It was quite strange really.  I seemed to have two different 
minds.  One of them was my human self, which was madly trying to 
assess the situation.  The other was my horse self.  It seemed 
happy to sit in the background and watch for most of the time, but 
when it was needed it would just take over.  For example, I did 
not have any hassles moving around.  I would have thought that 
getting about on four legs would have been hard, but I was very 
steady on my feet.  Similarly, when Ayshea lead me outside, I 
found myself cropping the grass without any thoughts into the 
matter.

Ayshea still wandered around me, looking at me talking aloud, 
reassuring herself more than me I think.  From what I could gather 
I was a normal stallion, probably a mixture of Clydesdale and 
Percheron, she was not sure but I was definitely a draft horse and 
a big one at that.

While I was grazing I began to sense something else.  It was hard 
to describe it at first, sort of elusive, but it grew stronger.  

A scent.

A very interesting scent.  One which more horse self seemed 
infatuated about.  My human self did not pay it much heed in the 
beginning.  It was not until I realised I was gently nuzzling 
Ayshea's hind quarters that I began to take note, but by then it 
was too late.  By this stage, by horse self had total control and 
was driven purely by instinct.  In front of me was a receptive 
mare and I was a stallion.

In a sudden move, I reared up on my hind legs and lunged forward. 
Ayshea was taken completely by surprise, she tried to resist, but 
I had her cornered up against a fence.  She began to say 
something, then my hardened member found her opening and I plunged 
in.  Her protests suddenly changed to a moan of ecstasy and I let 
out a whinny of pleasure and began thrusting into her.

With one half of myself rebelling against my animal instincts I 
continued stroking into her.  It did not take long before I felt 
the pleasure build to unbearable proportions and I spasmed deep 
within her and collapsed heavily onto her back.  The beast within 
my sated for a while, I was able to fully comprehend my actions 
and I wept.  If only I was a centaur like her, then maybe this 
would not have happened.

I was longing so much for a human torso that I did not notice the 
change approach.  Slowly at first, then with growing speed my neck 
flattened and spread out.  My mouth began to pull into my face and 
arms slowly grew from a newly formed set of shoulders.  My ears 
slid down to the sides of my face as my eyes moved until they were 
facing forward.  In a few moment, the change was complete and I 
suddenly found myself with a human torso.

I was still covering Ayshea and I lent forward and wrapped my arms 
around her shoulders.  Moving my head close to her ear, I 
whispered, "I am so sorry."

She turned to look at me.

"I had no way to stop myself," I tried to explain.  "Once I 
started I could not stop it.  I tried, I really did."

She turned to face me, put one arm over my head and drew me close 
for a kiss.  For a moment, I was to shocked to react, but then I 
responded and kissed her back passionately.

She manoeuvred herself around and walked out from under me.  I 
slid to the ground and looked at her as she faced me.  She stepped 
forward.  For a moment I was unsure about what she was going to 
do.  Then with no warning she spread her arms and hugged me, 
kissing passionately.

Again I was taken by surprise.  

She must have sensed something as she whispered, "Thank you," in 
my ear.

"For what?" I managed to stumble in reply.

"For the sex," she explained with a smile.  "It was so good and so 
animalistic."

She paused.

"But it was a little quick..." she said with a coy grin.  "Do you 
want to try again...?"

I smiled and nuzzled down her neck, by sheath already beginning to 
bulge with the thought.


We found out many interesting things that weekend.  The most 
interesting was the fact that I too had equine blood back among my 
ancestors.  We concluded that meeting her was enough to trigger 
the dormant ability in myself.  I found, that like her, I was able 
to take the form of both horse, human and anything in between.  
The second interesting thing I found out was there is a spot on a 
female centaur, just between her equine shoulder blades and human 
torso which will drive her crazy if you lightly massage it, plus 
they love being tickled at the junction of their human belly and 
horse breast.

It did not take me long to transfer my base of operations from the 
city to the farm. Ayshea as well, also turned to contracting and 
now works form home.  We like it, about the only people who ask 
questions are our friends who drop by from time to time.  These 
friends are divided into two distinct groups.

There is the human group who almost always say, "You live in the 
middle of nowhere," and they can not wait to leave.  The other 
group are the nonhumans.  They usually say, "how did you manage to 
find such a beautiful place in the middle of nowhere."

Speaking of the nonhumans, they are an interesting bunch. Ayshea 
was right, there are a lot of them out there, it just that humans 
always see them as human.  It was a bit of a shock to discover my 
boss was actually a minotaur.  Then again, it suited his 
personality.  I invited him down for the weekend.  I think he will 
enjoy himself, we just got in a dozen cows to help keep the grass 
down.  Although, I got to remind the Dalton's not to go chasing 
him.  The Dalton's are a couple we met who are hiking around the 
country side, I never thought werewolves could make such a nice 
couple.

As I walked outside, I saw Ayshea frolicking in the sand patch.  I 
smiled and walked over to her, my human torso melding into an 
equine neck as I nuzzled her in greeting.  She whinnied a reply, 
stood up and galloped into the forest.  For a moment I stood 
still, contemplating how much things had changed, then I neighed a 
challenge and took off after my mate.




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