Mare's Tales               by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 18.

 

The next morning broke cold and damp. It was an unusual day for late June but its coolness would prove to be a godsend for the operation. There was nothing worse than a difficult operation in the sweltering heat. I arrived for breakfast to find the others picking lightly at their food. It was no good taking a huge meal and then being 'caught short’ during the operation. Jenny looked on hungrily as we ate what little food there was. I hardly ate anything.

"Everybody ready then?" She asked bravely.

We all smiled at her attempts to steady our nerves and I gently kissed her lips. She licked the sweet orange juice on my lips and smiled. It was to be the only food she would consciously taste for some time.

As Dot cleared the table, we wheeled Jenny down to the labs and commenced the work. It isn't necessary to dwell again upon the operation except to touch upon those areas where it differed from Veronica’s. We managed everything we anticipated before rising from the operating table after nearly twenty-four hours.

Jet would be able to see, taste and -importantly- smell through Jenny's sense organs. He would also be able to share his sense of touch with Jenny so that they would each share every one of each other’s sensations.

The surgical blocking of any hormonal interchange had, - we were sure- been achieved. We had grafted one of Venus’s female ovaries into Jenny's lower torso so that she would be manufacturing natural compatible hormones in her own body whilst Jet continued to control his own metabolism with his own testosterone. She wouldn't be aware of this though and we elected not to tell her.

The one thing she would be aware of though would be Jets penis. This was to be her biggest and nicest surprise and we couldn't wait for her to discover it. We had deliberately wired up their sex organs so that every sensation would be amplified and intimately shared by both of them.

As with the earlier operation, we left Dot to monitor Jenny's progress whilst we collapsed onto our beds.

Just before I went to sleep Dr James called upon me.

"How are you feeling my pet?"

She stroked my head as she sat on the bed beside me.

"I want you to take it easy for a week or so. You looked grey at the end of the op tonight. I'm ordering you to rest, O.K."

Through eyes that were stinging from lack of sleep I squinted at Dr James and acquiesced to her instructions. She gently kissed me goodnight and turned off the light. I was out before my head hit the pillow.

It was gone noon before I awoke to be disorientated by the strange angle of the sun. For a moment I panicked before realising that they would have woken me if there were anything seriously wrong. I got dressed deliberately slowly as though trying to prove to myself that I was calm and collected. In reality I was itching to go to the labs.

I arrived to find Dot reading a novel and occasionally checking the monitors. She looked up and smiled.

"Hello. You're the first to arrive. There doesn't seem to be anything unusual."

I studied Jenny's form on the lab cradle and carefully checked her vital signs. Dot was quite right. Everything was in order. I could see that my presence was superfluous; Jenny would not be waking for a few days yet. I made a cup of tea and we sat chatting for a while before the others arrived in dribs and drabs. Each one of us checked Jenny and deemed her condition satisfactory. After running a few hormone blood tests on both parts we were satisfied that our surgery was successful. We set up a watch roster and went self-consciously about our various chores. Each of us was trying to occupy our time before the big day when Jenny was woken up.

As the evening sun settled amongst the trees I strolled around the grounds with Margaret. We discussed our children and my son's hermaphrodism. It was hard to decide the best future for him.

"We'll have to wait until he declares for himself what he wants to be. At present he's coming along nicely at Miss Lanes with the female hormones. There is little to tell between him and his sister."

I felt a little guilty about my neglect of my children and expressed my reservations to Margaret.

"It's not your fault Bev. You had them at a very early age and there was no way you could provide for them properly. Your parent’s caring for them was perhaps the best option. Anyway there's still plenty of time for you to get to know them. They are still young. We'll go and see them as soon as Jenny’s O.K. Right."

She gently wrapped her arm around my shoulders and we returned to the labs. Margaret had the first full night shift and I was to take the morning one. After a few last checks I returned to Bed whilst Margaret took over from Cye.

That night was the first decent sleep I'd had for months. I realised that my hormones had been all up the creek with my pregnancy. The stresses and worries of the operations had been weighing down on me more than I had realised and the accumulation of factors had exhausted me. I slept the clock through and awoke guiltily to learn that I'd missed my shift. Margaret had ordered Dot not to waken me and she'd rearranged the rosters to exclude me all together. Margaret was a wise old bird.

Each evening we sat around the table to discuss Jenny’s condition. We had adopted a different strategy with Jenny. We kept her under the anaesthetic whilst we established the success of the operation and we wanted her to be well healed and able to walk when she finally came to. It was no good her discovering a new cock and then being unable to enjoy it. The tensions and damage would be too much.

One evening, when were seated around the table waiting the day of Jenny's awakening, Cynthia quietly opened a new vein of conversation. She turned to me and spoke quietly.

"Bev," she said slowly, - "do you think it would be good idea for me and Jacky to have this operation?"

A pregnant silence descended on the table as Jacky and Cye searched Margaret and my faces. Veronica also stopped wolfing her food and turned expectantly to await an answer. I sat thoughtfully mulling over the idea trying to decide.

 "Hmmm. You're asking something now Cye. Can't you get about easily enough as you are. I noticed that Jacky gets about fairly well on those artificial feet she's had made. She walked fairly steadily from the labs just now."

"Yes. I'll agree, but did you see how easily Veronica simply trotted along. Her progress was magical compared with our awkward hobbling. It was a pleasure to watch."

I had to agree with this. The ease with which Veronica casually arose from the table and sauntered down to the labs was something to behold. Even the unconscious but provocative rolling of her rump in harmony with her own pelvic gyrations had not gone unnoticed. It was obvious that Vee was enjoying her newfound freedom to the hilt. I watched her go before returning to the matter in hand.

"Well what do you think Jacky?" I asked.

She nodded affirmatively as she spoke.

"Well Bev, my stumps still hurt if I spend too long on my prosthesis and I have to resort to my wheelchair after a couple of hours or more. Also, if the weather’s cold and wet, my stumps ache. I think the op would be marvellous for us as well. We've been speaking to Vee all afternoon about it and she's convinced us."

"Yes." I chided. "Like the fox in Aesops Fables who tried to convince the other animals after he'd lost his tail. Have you ever thought that Vee might just be trying to put others in the same predicament so that she feels less conspicuous through safety in numbers? Especially when all this becomes public."

"We have already 'lost our tales’ Bev," argued Cynthia softly, "I can't even wear any artificial limbs to walk more than a couple of hundred meters. My stumps hurt too much. Sometimes it’s not even worthwhile putting them on. I think that the centaur situation with the added advantage of my hands would be an admirable solution."
"Me too." Added Jacky enthusiastically.

As I pondered about their wishes I suddenly had a flash of deep insight.

"Hey! Hold on a minute. You two have been getting around effectively on your stumps for years. This is the first time you've ever complained of pain and things. I know what you're after.

It's the sharing of experiences and sensations with a horse isn't it?"

There was a long silence as Margaret slowly stirred her cup. The steady clink of metal on china chimed out the long silent seconds as Cye and Jacky looked sheepishly at each other and then at me. Eventually Cye smiled slyly at Jacky as she spoke.

"Hell Bev. You can be pretty shrewd at times can't you?"

"I thought so." I gloated. "I have to admit though that I quite fancied the idea as well but my hermaphrodism is more than enough for any girl to be going on with. It would rather unethical for me to do it anyway. There's no excuse or reason so I’ll stick with what I've got thank you."

I surreptitiously rubbed the growing bulge in my leggings and the girls all smiled knowingly.

We all rose from the table and continued talking in the drawing room. Dot joined us as we sprawled out over the easy chairs and chatted long into the evening. It was finally resolved that we would wait for a short period to check for any problems with Jenny and Vee before Cye and Jacky had their ops.

 

They wanted to have the ops immediately but it would take us time to breed some genetically suitable mares. I was intrigued to find that both girls wanted mares.

With this little riddle resolved I went to bed. We were waking Jenny up the following morning and I wanted my sleep.

The next morning an excited gang met in the labs. Veronica had been standing the night shift and she greeted us gleefully as we entered.

"She's been O.K. all through the night and her vital signs are fine. What's the plan of attack?"

"We'll bring her round but maintain the painkiller dosage until she's fully conscious and we can check her reflexes. She could be in more pain than you were Vee because of the more extensive surgery to her shorter stumps and the sense organs. I think it's best to check her hearing first because Jet won’t automatically sense that and the conscious responses will definitely be Jenny's."

We set up the various scanners and monitors as we prepared Jenny for her first day as a centaur. As the time drew near I jumped the gun a little.

We were all anxious or a little impatient to get results and Jenny seemed quite healthy according to the monitors. I turned off the drip and awaited her recovery.

A low gargle emerged from Jenny’s throat. We had expected some sort of vocal response and the scarring in her throat and neck affected her first attempts to speak. I gently withdrew the pipes from her throat and the gargling turned into a low moan.

"Don't try to speak now Jenny, simply make some sort of sign that you understand me." I encouraged her softly.

We waited anxiously for what seemed an age before another low moan escaped her throat. She then tried to move her head and gave a grunt of pain. She was still in some slight discomfort so I changed tactics.

"O.K. Jenny don't try to move, just make a sound if you can hear this."

I clapped my hands and Jenny responded with a short low sound. Eventually we recognised the word 'Yes' as her motor system began to recover control of her vocal chords. We all relaxed at this response as I spoke slowly again.

"Good Jenny. Now make a noise if you feel me touch you."

I paused for a moment before gently running my fingernail over one of her nipples. She gave a little grunt and twitched as a shiver rippled along her back. I followed with a light touch of her clitoris and she let out an involuntary squeak. These were her most sensitive spots and they caused the expected responses. We all visibly relaxed with the knowledge that she was reacting properly.

I nodded to Jacky who opened the anaesthetic drip again to send her under. The pain of the scarring was still intense and it was important to avoid trauma during her long recovery. We would return the next morning to monitor her progress.

I left the lab after making my excuses and went for another stroll in the grounds.

 

It was early summer and I drank in the apple blossom as the late morning sun gently filtered through the fresh greenery. Like a young girl, I savoured my condition as I skipped excitedly through the bluebells and hugged my tummy. I was itching to tell my friends about my condition but it was important for Jenny to share the news as well.

It was going to be hell for me keeping the secret during the next two weeks before Jenny was up and about. I came across some old leaves that had been swirled and deposited by the last winter winds. They lay in a dry corner and the spring growth had not covered them. Like a little child I squealed with delight as I kicked the leaves and scattered them amongst the trees.

My actions attracted the attentions of some of the mares that came trotting over to me. I led them to one of the apple trees and I rooted about in the hope of finding an old apple perhaps preserved under the moss. It was a totally vain hope but I hugged the mares and stroked their velvety noses. They sniffed around my leggings in the vain hope of finding some delicious titbit but I had nothing to offer. I wondered how their thought processes operated without having access to a human brain. I felt a little sorry for them as I considered the advantages that Juno and Jet now enjoyed.

I also reflected on the fruit blossom and compared it with the promise of the rich harvest growing in my womb. I sat down amongst the apple tree roots and squeezed the soft earth through my fingers as I likened the fecundity of mother earth to the growing fruit within me. The two mares had grown tired of my company. There were no titbits to interest them so the strolled off to rejoin their herd. I realised that they would never have been allowed such freedom if Jet had been around to boss them. The noon sun grew warmer and I fell asleep in the suntrap amidst the roots.

A cold shiver disturbed my slumbers as the late afternoon sun lost its strength. I arose stiffly from my bower to disturb two squirrels that chattered angrily at me for disturbing their game. With my hands tucked down my leggings feeling the swelling fruit inside me, I returned to the big house. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be families all around me. Ducks on the lake, the squirrels, rabbits on the grass, all over the estate things seemed to be happening in families. At least, it seemed like that to me as I contemplated my fruit. It was a very happy Beverly that clumped through the French doors.

I stood munching a biscuit and sipping tea as Dr James entered and noticed me caressing my tummy.

"Nice feeling, isn't it my dear." She whispered as she gently hugged me from behind.

I turned and rested my head upon her shoulder.

"You will look after me though won't you?"

I needed reassuring and she realised this.

"Of course I will Bev."

She stroked my cheeks so I gently took her fingers and pushed them down my leggings. Her fingers groped my cock and I squirmed anxiously.

"No not him. Leave him alone. There, can you feel them kicking yet?"

"Early days yet Bev," she whispered, "but you’ll feel them moving inside you soon. Take care for the next few months O.K. Nothing too strenuous now and when you're closer to your time I’ll return to look after you. Then I'll be with you constantly. See you later for dinner."

"Don't go just yet there are a few things I want to discuss."

"Go on."

"Well I never actually asked you this." I paused.

"Go on." She persisted.

"Let's go for another walk were we can talk privately."

Margaret shrugged her shoulders as we strolled out again through the French doors.

"What are your feelings about giving Jenny a penis again?" I asked.

"Well; if, as you say, Jets testosterone is not going to affect her then she should benefit by it. She will be able to enjoy sex as a male without suffering all those aggressive behavioural problems she had when she was a boy. Will she have total control of all the motor functions?"

"Yes." I confirmed. "I know what your fears are there. The dangers of Jet taking over and ‘raping’ Veronica and Juno."

"Quite!" Confirmed Dr James. "I only hope that Jenny will be able to control Jet’s masculine libido. From what Veronica tells me; she and Juno share some extremely intimate feelings. If Jet and Jenny exchange similar feelings and sensations, then Jenny might not be able to resist the temptations before her especially with the mares if not with Veronica. But there again." She pondered for a moment. "If she does prove difficult to handle, we can always leave her with no arms so that she will be dependent upon us and therefore totally obedient."

"Really Margaret! You shock me!" I scolded. "How could we ever be so cruel as to discover a way of giving Jenny arms and then deny them to her because of a behavioural pattern that would be none of her doing?

I am determined that if we ever reach that stage -and it's not impossible- we will give both of them the best limbs we can. That was really the most cruel and nasty thing I have ever heard you suggest and I'm ashamed of you."

Margaret recoiled at the vehemence of my attack and walked beside me in stunned silence for several moments as she recovered from her surprise.

"I- I'm sorry." She stammered. "I had no idea that you would be so upset by it."

"Well really Margaret. How could you? Poor Jenny has no idea that she's been grafted to a stallion. If any part of her personality changes because of the hormones, it will be our fault entirely. You cannot blame her for a single thing."

She was forced to agree with me and had to admit that her suggestion had been a bit hasty and ill though out. I made a mental note to always check Margaret's motives and ideas. She seemed to have an unnecessarily cruel streak that would need watching. I surmised that it probably stemmed from her primordial fear of all things masculine. Whatever the reasons it bore careful watching and attention.

We were jumping the gun anyway. Veronica was handling things marvellously and, if all went to plan with Jenny, there should be no problems. Jenny had always been a particularly intelligent and sensitive girl. Even if she were to become affected by Jets male hormones she would probably control it.

Margaret put her hands around me as we strolled along beside the lake and I gently squeezed her to me.

"Consider yourself forgiven Margaret. Now about Jacky and Cye, what are your opinions on their having the operations?"

"I'm all for it but it will take a while to grow genetically suitable mares and to prepare for the ops. You still take months to grow suitable nerve tissue don't you?"

"Yes and I would prefer to use the next year or so getting to know my children. They'll be here soon and I want to be ready for them."

I suddenly felt the familiar desperate urge to pee. Margaret's surgery all those years ago had left with me with little warning. When I wanted to pee and I simply had to go. Without even making my excuses I desperately ran behind a tree and fiddled frantically with my leggings and the poppers of my body. I almost ripped my tights and knickers as the first drops started to spit from my bladder. With a gasp of relief, I squatted down as the golden liquid spurted from my uthrea and splashed into the lake. I caught Margaret smiling as she watched my antics and I self-consciously tried to cover my vulnerable nudity.

As I crouched helplessly with the water pouring uncontrollably from my bladder she casually approached me and stroked my hair. I had never felt so uselessly vulnerable as I squatted there while my offending bladder seemed to take hours to expel all the liquid and she nonchalantly ran her fingers through my hair. It was such a submissive posture for me.

"How often do you have to go so suddenly Beverly?" She asked with a sly smile playing around her lips.

"About every two hours." I replied. "And there's little or no warning. It’s the babies."

"Can't you hold it for long then?"

"You know perfectly well I can't. About fifteen minutes is the maximum when I’m normal but with the twins pressing on my bladder it’s hopeless. You made me like this."

I ripped some moss off the tree trunk and wiped myself before tucking my penis back into my pussy and pulling up my knickers and tights. As I refastened the poppers of my body Margaret gently grasped my hair and pulled my lips to hers. Her soft lips covered mine and she gently worked her tongue into my mouth as I automatically responded to her sweet taste. Just as suddenly, as my body started to respond, she let go of me. She was only excited by my vulnerable condition and I was left high and dry by her sudden swings of mood.

We resumed our walk in solemn mood as we discussed Jacky and Cye’s operations. Slowly we strolled around the lake to return to the house were dinner had been laid out by Dot After dinner I took a short vigil at the labs to study Jenny's condition. Although I was normally excused the vigils, I felt I needed sometime to myself.

I had been there a few hours reading Jenny's notes and checking various monitors when Vee cantered over to the labs and pushed the 'batwing' doors open with her forepart. She clopped over and started reading the notes over my shoulder. I reached up and stroked her breasts and she bent over to kiss my neck. Vee knew all my erotic spots and I responded by standing up and putting my arms around her waist. She pressed her tummy and pussy against my hardening cock and I twitched as we savoured our urgency.

 

As luck would have it my babies chose that moment to squirm and kick. They did a violent flip and I gasped as I felt them quicken for the first time. They must have been disturbed by our activities.

Vee's jaw sagged as she stepped back and stared at my tummy.

"My God!" She shrieked. "Your pregnant aren't you?"

"Shhh, Not so loud you fool." I whispered hoarsely.

"Why. It's wonderful news. Why didn't you tell us before?"

"I wanted to tell you all together. I think of them as all our babies and I didn't want anybody to get the news before anybody else. You must promise not to tell any of the others until Jenny is fully ready to share it."

Veronica stepped forward again and hugged me with her stumps. I could feel her pushing her tummy against mine and trying to stimulate the babies again.

"You mean there's more than one?"

"Yes. It's twins again, one of each again. Dr James thinks there's some sort of genetic connection to my being self fertilising and multiple births."

"How did you find out?"

"Dr James sussed it out. She noticed that I'd put on some weight and that my tummy was a little swollen. When I was wearing leggings the other day.

She's got very sharp eyes that one, but then I suppose it's from dealing with the pupils at Miss Lane’s."

Veronica shuddered at the mention of Miss Lane’s then spoke again.

"Did you deliberately come off the pill? Cos’ if you did, then I want a baby as well."

"No it's nothing like that Vee. Dr James and I both think it was exposure to all the hormones we've been preparing for Jet and Jenny in the labs. This must have upset the balance of hormones I use for contraceptive purposes. I've fallen pregnant to myself again."

"Will they be hermaphrodites like Bernard and Jeanette?"

"To be honest we still can't be a hundred percent certain. But it certainly looks like it. The problem is that any lab work with hormones could affect their development and I'm afraid to do any more work until they are born. This is the real reason I’m reluctant to operate on Cye and Jacky until these two are born. I can't tell them though until Jenny is O.K. So I want you to promise not to tell anybody until the time."

Vee smiled and skipped noisily as her hooves drummed excitedly on the tiled floor.

"O.K. then. Mum's the word."

With these words she swung around and went galloping wildly across the grounds. It was still spectacular to see her plunging along with her long blond hair and tail streaming out behind her.

I turned to look at Jenny and hugged myself as I anticipated her soon enjoying the same wonderful freedom.

Finally Vee returned and clattered into the lab. We sat discussing notes and exchanging thoughts and feelings far into the evening as Jenny’s rhythmical breathing lent a steady background beat to the low hum of the monitors. Vee frequently stroked Jenny with her stumps and I could see the anxiety in her face.

"Don't worry Vee. Another couple of weeks."

"I know. I can't wait. It's the thought of her enjoying the same freedoms as me."

We both stroked Jenny's coat, as she lay blissfully unaware of our attentions. Jets glossy black velvet coat and hair perfectly matched Jenny's glossy raven locks in both colour and texture. As my hands slid idly up and down Jenny's flanks I couldn't resist reaching under Jets tummy and smiling as I anticipated Jenny's delight when she discovered she had a cock and balls again.

As darkness began to fall I tried to return to my notes again but I was too tired to take anymore in. Midnight arrived and Cye relieved us. I handed over the shift and Vee and I plodded dutifully off to bed.

I went alone to bed again that night and the girls were worried for me. Jacky knocked discreetly on my bedroom door as I was getting into bed.

"Bev," she called in a stage whisper. "Are you O.K? Why are you avoiding us?"

"Come in love." I called through the door.

Jacky wheeled herself in and pulled up alongside my bed as I sat inspecting my feet. She reached out and pressed her hand in mine.

"What's the matter Bev? You seem to be avoiding us. Are you ill or something? You always seem to be tired or something these last few days."

"It has been rather hectic these last few weeks Jacky." I snapped. "I've been on my feet for forty of the last forty-eight hours. Don't you think I deserve a little peace? I'm exhausted with all the work I've been doing these past few years."

"Oh come off it Bev. You've enjoyed it as much as the rest of us. Why are you suddenly tired now? You don't look tired, in fact you look a picture of health and blooming with it."

"Oh please leave me alone Jacky. I'm shattered. Put the light out on your way out."

Jacky looked crestfallen as she left. A small tear glistened on her cheek as it reflected the hall light. I felt really guilty that I had been so short with her, so I tried to shout some words of reassurance but the door slammed shut as she wheeled angrily down the corridor. Sleep came hard as I tossed and turned.

I stumbled down to breakfast with huge bags under my eyes. I looked and felt a mess.

"Well, well, look what the cats dragged in." Scolded Cynthia, as she looked me up and down.

I grunted a response and lurched unsteadily to the sideboard to serve myself some breakfast. I could tell that the girls were angry about my behaviour last night but I was in no mood for any argument. Luckily Dr James arrived for breakfast and shrewdly summed up the situation. She changed the subject quickly.

"I wouldn't upset Beverly too much girls," advised the doctor, "she's been through a lot lately and she's very tired. Just lets concentrate on Jenny's convalescence, O.K."

Cye gave Dr James a sulky look and frowned.

"Why. What's wrong with her?" She demanded.

"Nothing serious. She's just had a bit of a virus and isn't feeling very well. So go easy on her."

I glanced at Dr James and she smiled knowingly. It was good to have an ally at this vulnerable time. We finished our breakfasts and returned to the labs.

 

As the days passed Jenny grew gradually stronger and her conscious periods were slowly extended until she could be ‘weaned’ off the painkillers. Finally she was able to tell us that the pain was bearable and she was ready to get up.

This was the day we had all been waiting for. Her penis had been anaesthetised all this time and Jenny had no idea what lay under her cramped equine flanks as the anaesthetic wore off I spoke to her. Her voice was still a bit hoarse and her throat a little sore but she struggled bravely to her knees. I gently started to remove the bandages from her eyes as I spoke.

"You might have a problem with the horse's responses to your binocular colour vision so be prepared for some panic as it reacts. This will be the first time that the horse has woken up. It's been anaesthetised totally up until now so get ready."

Jenny coughed before replying.

"Well I'm as ready as I'll ever be. You can take off the eye dressings."

I slowly unwound the last bandage and removed the eye pads. Her eyes were still 'glued' together and I gently wiped her eyelids with some sterile swabs.

Carefully, Jenny opened her eyes and squinted painfully until they became accustomed to the theatre lights. She looked at me and smiled before looking around the room at her friends. Finally she slowly twisted her stiff back to study her new body.

Her eyes registered the black glossy coat of Jet instead of the appaloosa spots of Venus and the alarm started to register in her face. I gently grasped her around the shoulders as she tried to struggle. She winced and screamed as her scar tissue painfully prevented her from closer inspection of the strange creature she'd been attached to.

"What have you done?" She screamed. "What horse have I been grafted to? That's not Venus's body!" She wailed.

Dumbly she stared, transfixed along Jets flanks as she tried to understand what had happened.

"Calm down Jenny." I urged soothingly. "There is nothing wrong. We have grafted you to Jet. You know; the lovely black stallion who guards all the mares."

"But why!" Demanded Jenny as huge tears poured down her cheeks.

The moment we had all been waiting for had finally arrived. I gently put both my arms around her waist then kissed her as I licked the salt tears away and whispered softly in her ear.

"So that you can enjoy having a cock again."

Jenny suddenly stopped twisting as though paralysed and stared with stunned surprise at me. I felt her torso go tense as the realisation flooded into her brain. We all waited tensely with bated breath as the light finally dawned in her brain. A broad smile slowly started to spread across her face.

She stared down at her human pussy and saw nothing. A puzzled frown developed before the true meanings of my words finally crashed into her brain.

"Y- you mean I- I- I’ve got Jet’s penis."

"Got it in one my love." I replied as I gently massaged her waist.

Jenny struggled to get off the table and look under her flanks but she hurt herself and let out a painful squeal. It ended more like a whinny and we realised that Jet was waking up.

 

"Whooa. Steady now Jenny. You hurt Jet when you moved then. You won't be able to twist down and see it until the scars around your waist and Jet’s withers have healed. So lets take our time eh, and try to get down off the cradle. Be careful, we don't want to do any damage O.K.?"

I nodded to the girls and they gently hoisted the rump up so that Jenny could carefully ease her rear legs down onto the floor.

Tentatively -just as Vee had done-, Jenny landed first one leg and then the other on the floor. She twitched with pins and needles before finally giggling victoriously as she slowly started to slide her forelegs off the cradle. Eventually the hoist was partially supporting her as she stood unsteadily on all four legs paddling her hooves sensitively.

"Oooh! The pin and needles tickle in my feet."

"That's to be expected my dear." I smiled. "After you've got the whole weight on your legs I'd like to do some more tests O.K.?"

She nodded happily as she continued testing the floor with her hooves.

"O.K. Then, close your eyes and tell me what you feel."

I gently stroked Jets penis and it started to get erect. Jenny shuddered and then started to sway as she wiggled her hips and Jet’s rump. She swished her magnificent silky tail and let out a long soft gentle sigh of pleasure.

"Mmmm. That’s nice. Do it again."

I gently squeezed the shaft of Jets penis and Jenny let out a sharp squeak of pleasure.

"Oh! Ahh! That's right. Just there, oh! That’s lovely. No!! Don’t stop; go on pleease. Mmmm!"

"I'm sorry Jenny. I'm going to have to stop. We've got to establish just how much you are communicating with Jet."

"Ahh. That's not fair. I was enjoying that."

"Well if you don't mind. I'd like you to concentrate now."

"Now. Where do you think I touching you just then?"

"On my clitty, I think. Oh! No no- wait a minute. Ahh this is confusing. I'm getting some sort of pictures or something. I- It's Jet I think. Yes! Yes! It’s Jet. Wow! There’s a whole load of pictures flooding in. Ugghh, they're all sort of sepia, like the old photographs. Vee is that how Juno sees?"

"She used to." Replied Veronica. "Now she sees quite happily through my eyes and she gets colour. Jet will start to see with your eyes as he adjusts to your senses. Those sepia pictures are his memories."

I had to bring Vee and Jenny back to earth.

"Never mind about whether they're colour or not," I interrupted, "what do the pictures tell you?"

"He's very excited." Replied Jenny.

"I'm not surprised. What does he think now?"

I carefully tickled the penis and Jenny twitched again.

"Oooh! That's nice, don't stop."

"Did you actually feel it, or did Jet send it to your brain?"

Jenny frowned at this question.

"It's impossible to say. My clitty feels terrific when you play with it like that. Ooh! Again, don't stop. Keep going."

I smiled at my friends as our worries evaporated. Jenny must be getting direct sensations from Jet’s cock if she actually thought we were tantalising her own clitty.

"Open your eyes Jenny and look at what I'm actually doing."

Jenny opened her eyes and looked down her cleavage to her pussy. Wide-eyed surprise registered as she realised where my hands were playing.

"Aaahh!" She squeaked. "I thought you were playing with my clitty."

"No Jenny." I laughed with relief. "I was playing with Jet’s penis and you were feeling it as well."

I reached under her flanks and gently squeezed her new testicles. Jenny lurched nervously and staggered backwards until she snagged up in the slings of the hoist.

"Ouch! Steady on Bev. That hurt."

This finally confirmed that Jenny was enjoying all the sensations of a real penis again and I announced my convictions to the others. They had already reached this conclusion and my words were superfluous.

Everybody was expressing joy as Cye magically produced a bottle of champagne.

Jenny's expression was really something to behold. A huge smile had spread across her face and she shook with emotion as she tried to undo the sling of the hoist around her flanks. We rushed forward to help her and I surreptitiously stroked her new velvety pussy lips as we steadied her on all fours without support from the sling. Jenny stood there for a moment as she familiarised herself with her new stance then she gently pushed against my lingering hand and pressed her breasts against my cheeks. I gently kissed her breasts and slowly rubbed my hand against her hardening clitty.

"Mmmm," she murmured, " you little minx Bev. I still enjoy that as well you know."

Cynthia spotted our hidden activities and leered over Jenny's flanks.

"Now- now! Let's have none of that yet. I demand we toast to Jenny's success in champagne."

She handed out glasses of the bubbly liquid and we stood around Jenny.

"To Jenny!" We all chorused and we tossed the drinks down our throats.

I held Jenny's drink to her lips and she took a little sip. She coughed as the bubbles tickled her enlarged windpipe before she got her swallowing action right and finished the glass of in one gulp. I glanced at Veronica and called the meeting to order.

"Right Cye. You can fill the glasses again for we all have another toast to make."

The girls looked at me suspiciously as they refilled their glasses.

"What's this all about Bev?" Demanded Jacky suspiciously.

"Everybody get ready for this." I laughed. "I'm pregnant!"

For a second there was a stunned silence and then everybody started talking at once. The clamour became deafening as I struggled to make myself heard above the din.

"Silence please. There are a few more things to tell."

 

I turned to Dr James and put my arms around her.

"Margaret has confirmed that I'm again having twins and I'm not to go mixing it with the hormones in the labs. It could affect the babies development and, as you all know, there are enough strange variations with my babies."

I turned to Cye and Jacky.

"That, ladies, is why I cannot go operating on you two until after the babies are born. I hope that you understand why I was so reticent before. I'll have to take it easy from now until parturition. I'm now over five months gone so it won't be long to wait. If you want to go ahead with all the other preparations then do so by all means, but I’ve been ordered to rest."

I stood there almost preening myself as my friends cheered and hugged me for joy.

"We promise to look after you Bev. You won't have to do a single thing." Squealed Jenny excitedly.

The party spread from the lab to the house as Jenny slowly accustomed herself to her new body. Like a newborn foal she swayed and wobbled on her new legs. Like a newborn foal however, she was gaining confidence with every minute. By the time she had arrived at the house she was experimenting with a trot and she skipped into the drawing room. She was so excited that her new penis became erect again and she struck it against the corner of the kitchen table.

"Ow-ow!" She wailed. "That hurt!"

"We'll have to do something about that." Smirked Dot.

She left the drawing room and returned with another 'six limbed’ unitard. Jenny was made to step back into the legs and then it was drawn comfortably up over her breasts. The belly was finally zipped up and her penis could no longer flop or wave about. Jenny looked down along the brightly coloured unitard and smiled as the soft Lycra slithered and caressed her new velvety body. She gently squirmed as the clingy material stretched and massaged all her erogenous zones.

"Mmm, this is lovely. I know how you feel now Bev. It's nice isn't it?"

By way of agreement I gently stroked her penis through the silky stretchy fabric.

"M- mmmm. That’s fantastic, don’t stop."

"I'm afraid I'll have to stop Jen. There's work to be done."

Jenny gave one last twitch before a little frown crossed her brow. She turned to me quizzically.

"Just a thought Bev. How am I going to pee with this on? The same way as Veronica?"

"Oh heavens no Jenny. You'll be urinating through this - I gently scratched her bulging cock- you’ll have to unzip the unitard to pee. Don't worry, there'll always be one of us around, like before."

Jenny pulled a little face as she considered the situation.

"Why can't I pee like I've always done? Like Vee does?"

"Because your urine flushes your uthrea out." I explained patiently. "That's why my semen and urine exit via the same outlet. You should consider yourself lucky. I always have to squat to pee even though I've got a cock. It's very confusing."

I turned and looked directly at Dr James but she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Jenny smiled as she caught the little interplay and nodded her head as she accepted my explanation.

"So I'll still need help going to the loo. Especially when I'm dressed."

"That's right. But when you're naked you'll be able to stand over the loo and let it dangle straight into the pan. You'd better practice your aim though or Dot will get angry."

Jenny giggled and rested her head on my shoulder as she spoke.

"Bev. I'm so happy to have a cock again; I wouldn't worry if I had to pee through my ear. It's wonderful and I'll be yours forever, I promise."

My body-blouse became damp as her happy tears rolled down my shoulder and onto my bra. I hugged her tightly.

"I always swore that I'd look after you and Vee. This is only the first step."

As I hugged her to me, Veronica gently pushed into our embrace and we three cuddled tight together as we shared our supportive embrace. The emotion of the moment overwhelmed us and all of us fell into each other’s embrace as the tears of happiness and relief swept over us.

The evening shadows were creeping across the grounds and we unconsciously wandered towards the big bed. We had to wait and assist Jenny up the stairs as she trod nervously up the wide stairs. She was still learning about her body and its limitations. Some of her scars were still a bit sore but they had healed satisfactorily and there was little chance of any damage.

As we arrived at the big bed, we did not jump onto it as we normally did. We simply settled gently upon it and enjoyed the tender emotional moment as we kissed, cuddled and carefully explored the new additions to our group.

Veronica was, of course, fascinated with Jenny's new body and she admitted to being desperate to try things out. We gently warned Vee and Jenny to avoid anything until Jenny's scar tissue had healed completely. Vee was more than a little disappointed.

In the darkness we could hear them rubbing their Lycra encased breasts together as they whispered in each other’s ears. It was obvious that Vee and Juno were helping Jenny continue exploring her intimate mental contact with Jet and giving her pointers about the mind linkage. They lay head to head with their lips and breasts touching. Their Lycra encased bodies stretched to form a wall around the rest of us and we cuddled up within the protective fort created by their bodies. Occasionally Vee or Jenny let out a little gasp or giggle as they revealed some little equine confidence about Juno or Jet. They occasionally divulged their little secrets to us and even we, with our strange lifestyle, were occasionally surprised by their revelations.

Naturally we 'normal' girls became aroused by all the activity and the lovemaking became all the more interesting by the useful proximity of Veronicas additional parts. Poor Jenny and Jet would have to wait a little longer before fully participating in our pleasures. I of course simply lay quietly enjoying my fecund lump and cuddling up to the celibate Jenny.

I could tell however, by the immense rigid bulge under Jenny’s Lycra unitard, that she was more than ready to participate. The crotch between her forelegs was also very damp and I gently caressed Jenny there as she crooned and whinnied gently.

 

With Jenny and Jet so frustrated we didn't spend a very restful night. She twitched and shuddered all night as they shared their mutual dreams. For me however, protectively curled up inside the curve of Jenny's flanks it was blissful night.

We were woken in the morning by a loud thump and a whinny of surprised pain. Jenny, had been twitching and turning as she woke up and fallen out of bed. We four stared over the edge of the bed and laughed as Jenny struggled to right herself. She was so stiff that she wriggled like a stranded beetle for a few moments before she noticed our line of grinning faces. She looked down her body and giggled.

"Come girls. Give a friend a hand. I'm still hurting too much to twist around properly."

We all clambered out and gently eased Jenny upright. Once there she easily rose to her feet. We stood admiring her magnificently beautiful body as she stretched her stiff limbs. Her full breasts extended magnificently under the straining material of the unitard whilst her new cock bulged alarmingly erect as she stretched her legs and collapsed again upon the bed. There was no shifting her as she savoured the satiny sheets.

I was also bursting to pee for the babies were pressing on my bladder. They now paid their usual respects by kicking and tossing and everybody saw the little twitches under my stretchy sleeping teddy. They all demanded a feel of the movements before I was allowed to relieve myself. The kicking started an unexpected bout of morning sickness and I promptly started to retch and moan as Vee and Cye joined me in the bathroom and gently stroked my brow. I vomited violently.

They called Dot to come and lend a hand and she arrived fully dressed in pretty new maids uniform to assist as needed. Cye and I then removed Vee's unitard and we all three stepped into the huge bath as it filled.

We soaped each other down and splashed contentedly in the bath as Dot laid out our day clothes. Cye gently held my penis and displayed it to Veronica as she spoke.

"We’d better make the most of this. In a few more weeks Bev is going to be so big with the twins that she wont be able to serve us properly and we might have to go months without a proper rodgering."

"Ha. Speak for yourself," laughed Vee, "I've got Jenny to serve me as well now. Juno and I share all the same sensations in both our pussies so we'll be O.K.

Jenny'll be O.K. as well, because she and Jet share the same sensations in his cock and her clitty."

I smiled as Vee continued talking about Jenny and Jet.

"Jenny is really excited about having a penis again and Jet is really curious to know what a clitty and pussy feels like."

With this revelation, Veronica smiled and kissed us both as she continued.

"I must admit that Jenny and I can't say thank you enough for all this." She motioned to her rump as her glance encompassed all her equine parts.

I casually reached out and gently ran my hand over Vee's soaking wet velvety coat. It felt just like crushed velvet all in one and I couldn't help becoming aroused as my hand wandered under her tail. With no anus or uthrea, her rump was as clean as a whistle and my hand lingered knowingly around her pony-pussy. Vee gave a little shudder and pushed gently backwards against my hand. I gently felt her clitty and it was swollen. Vee was 'in season’ and anxious for a cock.

I smiled knowingly and Cye smirked as she caught my eye.

"Are you feeling horny Vee?"

"I'll say." She gasped as her rump started to gyrate against my hand.

My gentleman friend was rock hard and I stood up in the bath. Cye had realised what was afoot and she gently rose up out of her moulded bath side seat. She gently took Vee's shoulders and breasts in her hands as she slowly brushed her breasts against Vee's. With Vee's nipples now erect and excited she gently reached under Vee's front pussy and softly caressed her velvety cunt lips. Veronica whimpered with delight as I carefully positioned myself behind her.

"What ever you do Vee, " I urged, "don’t kick back or you'll break both my legs. Are you really ready for this."

Vee looked over her shoulder and smiled with a desperate urgency.

"Don't mess about Bev. Hurry up."

I rubbed my rigid cock against her swollen clitty and Vee started to rotate her rump responsively. She let out a deep sigh and then snickered softly as Juno expressed her delight. For several minutes I gently pushed and prodded my cock against their rear clitty as they slowly approached an orgasm. Cye had slipped out of the bathroom and obtained a clitty tickler, which she deftly slipped over my gentleman friend. This protruded down under my penis and exactly caught Juno’s clitty every time I sank my meagre ten inches into her pussy. For me it was a totally new sensation as the soft velvety scabbard clenched and rippled around my penis. Juno and Veronica however, were almost dancing with joyful lust as the tickler rhythmically probed and brushed their pony-clitty. Their rump started to thrust back and forth like a piston as they approached their climax.

I had to warn them not to get carried away for I was in danger of being trodden to death as their hooves drummed ecstatically with excitement. Cynthia realised the danger and gently led me backwards to kneel on Jenny's old 'disabled' seat. Veronica and Juno simply backed up as they determined to keep my cock and it’s tickler firmly embedded in their love tube.

My feet were now raised off the bottom of the bath and their hooves remained free to thrash and stamp all they liked. This they continued to do with the accompaniment of neighing and whimpering as both Juno and Vee exploded into the maelstrom that was their orgasm. It was the loudest squealing and whinnying that I had ever heard. Suddenly they gave the most violent convulsion and it threw me out of the bath altogether. Their rump had lurched backwards and I had tried to grab their flanks as my bum fetched up against the bath rim. I couldn't gain any purchase and I flipped backwards off the seat, out of their pussy and over the edge of the bath to be rudely deposited on my bum on the floor.

I squeaked with surprise as I sat there on my tender bum with my glistening erection rearing from my bruised peachy thighs.

"Oooh Jen! Are you all right?" Called Cye as she rushed around the bath to help me.

"I think so." I replied as I ruefully felt my body. "No bones broken, just a bruised bum and some hurt pride. Did they come?" I asked indicating the centaur still wriggling her rump in the bath.

 

"Ooohh! Did we ever!" Moaned Veronica as she gently lay down in the water with her flanks and breasts heaving and swelling from the exertions. "Juno says that she has never had such a tremendous time. It was that wonderful sensation on her clitoris that did it for both of us."

Veronica caught sight of the stiff pink rubber tickler on my still erect penis and smiled. I self-consciously tried to remove it but it was a little too tight. Veronica giggled and twitched her rump.

"I hope that Jenny and Jet will be allowed to use one of those when the time comes. Juno reckons that it is the making of sex for a mare."

Cynthia studied the clitty tickler and my still erect penis as I settled down in the bath again. It rose from the water like an angry purple sea monster with a frilly collar that browsed on the underside of the cliff that was my swollen pregnant tummy. I shifted nervously as I caught Cye licking her lips.

"If there's any of that left, I would like some." She whispered.

"Well my bum is a bit sore so be careful."

Cynthia rejoined Veronica and me in the bath and we enjoyed an ecstatic coupling. She washed and soaped my rigid organ so as to rotate the tickler around my cock, and then she gently sat upon my thighs and slowly sank her sex onto me.

Her warm wet love tube slowly embraced my organ until her peachy bum settled against my thighs and the tickler was embedded against her trigger. She let out a soft gasp and slowly started to gyrate and grind her clitty against the tickler.

The soft embrace of her love tube caused splendid sensations to my cock and I gently squirmed as my own orgasm started to bubble up from the depths of my being. Suddenly my babies started to kick as the raw animal lust of my passion permeated my whole being. Cynthia let out a squeak of delight as their kicking translated through bulge and gently prodded her stomach. It was obvious that my pleasure was being translated to my babies and I felt a strange sense of duality as my womb and cock both expressed peaks of fulfilment.

A deep gravid sense of wholeness began to expand from the very source of my loins as my orgasm rose in my core and exploded like a bomb in the depths of Cynthia's being. She squealed and cried as her own responses were triggered off and she collapsed along my body in a paroxysm of rapture. My twins were kicking violently and she gently ground her clitty against the tickler in her attempts to feel their movement through my tummy. She lay there for all of ten minutes as she and I savoured the close intimacy of our unified parts.

As we lay together with our heads on Veronica’s soft velvety flanks Jacky inadvertently burst in. Her sharp brain realised instantly what was going on. Veronica's languid condition and our compromising position said it all. Fortunately, she was tactful enough to ignore the scene, as she demanded help in getting Jenny and Jet out of bed and to the loo. Reluctantly we three clambered out of our bath and towelled each other down. We returned naked to the bedroom to help Jenny get up. She was still a little stiff and sore from sleeping awkwardly and falling out of bed so we gently eased her to the bathroom. There we assisted with jenny’s first attempt to use the loo. It was little bit messy until she worked out how and where to position herself but eventually we worked it out. Once Jenny was relieved, Dot ran another hot bath and we all gently helped Jenny into it. The hot water and bath salts helped ease her stiffness.

"Oooh! That's gorgeous." She cooed as the hot water soothed and supported her body.

We four continued gently soaping and massaging her as she revelled in the care and attention.

"I think I might have overdone it yesterday earlier but if this is the sort of treatment I'm going to get, I’ll gladly make the sacrifice."

"Don't get to enjoy it too much," laughed Jacky, "we've a long way to go yet."

Jacky then slipped into the bath with Jenny whilst we three got dressed. Dot had laid out our clothes on our respective dressing tables and we prepared for a lazy summer day. It was nice to let Dot choose our ensembles for she certainly had a knack in determining exactly what clothes suited our moods.

I wore a black body with leggings and a loose skirt whilst Cynthia had a tight fitting cat suit over her teddy. This helped to disguise the joints where her stumps fitted into her prosthesis and made her appear to have normal legs. We then both helped Veronica into her 'four-legged unitard'. This was a roll neck version with a small zipper and peep-hole at the back of her neck so the only parts of her body that were visible were her head, her beautiful hair, mane and tail, then her four polished hooves.

Her arm stumps were completely encased so that once ensconced in the suite, Veronica was completely unable to get undressed or attend to any of her personal functions. All access to her body was completely blocked by the unitard and her breasts were supported by integral lacy under wired cups. As Cynthia and I gently stretched the garment over Veronica’s body we exchanged significant glances across her back like two riders saddling a horse. Veronica was not slow to realise that the garment imprisoned her and she looked nervously at Cynthia and I.

"I can't go to the loo or anything in this." She complained. "What is Dot up to making this?" She demanded as she wriggled her useless arm stumps around under the unitard.

"I don't know my love but it looks really fetching on you. Don't you agree?"

The shiny stretchy Lycra certainly enhanced Veronica’s soft feminine curves whilst simultaneously allowing her freedom to gallop.

"What else can we dress you in Vee?" I asked. "I can't see any sort of skirt or blouse fitting you and you really do have to cover up that beautiful pony pussy of yours because it does look and feel exactly like a girl’s. What would you suggest?"

Vee stood dumbly silent as she realised the logic of my argument. Clothing was going to be a difficult issue. Skirts and dresses were going to be very impractical unless it was something like the old medieval skirts that knights decorated their horses with.

Dot would certainly be able to run up frilly close fitting sexy teddies and underwear etc but the most convenient outer garment was a unitard or an 'all in one' made from some suitably elastic material like lycra.

"It really would be O.K. If we had arms." Cried Veronica frustratedly.

"Well early days yet Vee," I replied as I patted her trapped stumps affectionately, "but I will certainly tell Dot about leaving proper access for your toilet."

I then picked up Jenny's unitard and it also lacked proper provision for Jenny's toilet needs. Jenny made the same complaint as we dressed her and I had to admit it was a little unfair.

After we had all dressed and eaten breakfast I tackled Dot about the new unitards and 'all in ones’ that the centaurs were expected to wear.

"Why have you stopped putting access and poppers in them Dot?" I asked.

"Well Veronica still tends to make too much of a splash as she goes to the loo and she always demands that I help her button her crotch up after.

If Jenny is allowed to start going on her own as well then we are going to have to seriously consider modifying some of the toilets to stop her splashing everywhere -and another thing. If she’s anything like the other ordinary stallions, she will sometimes have an erection when she pees. I’ve seen them when I’ve fed them titbits in the morning. It’s all very well out in the field but in here, in my bathrooms, she’ll splash all over the place if she's erect. It's O.K. when she's flaccid but we are going to have to get some sort of special male urinal for Jenny when she's horny."

I had failed to realise that Dot's task was becoming more difficult. Her workload was increasing and- despite the sexual thrill she enjoyed from housework- she was becoming overloaded. There would have to be changes if we were to accommodate the centaurs satisfactorily. I decided that priority after Cye and Jacky’s ops would be attaching proper arms to Vee and Jenny. This would remove the need for feeding and caring that they still sadly needed.

Cynthia and Jacky's operations would also be useful pointers in our quest for creating ‘human’ hands. They would also determine how the horses reacted to having hands. There would be some interesting cerebral research in this quarter.

For the present though, Jenny and Vee would have to accept Dots demands that they be accompanied to the loo until we could do something constructive.

'They should be thankful for small mercies’ I thought, 'they were at least mobile now and infinitely better off than they had been.'

I explained this to my friends and beseeched them to be patient whilst our other priorities were attended to.

The first of these priorities was to inform my parents that they were going to be grandparents again and to tell Bernard and Jeanette that they were going to have a brother and sister. Margaret's daughter Susan also had to be advised that she was getting another brother and sister. I smiled at the strange complexity of it all. By all the normal mores of human biology, Susan could expect a 'full blooded' brother and sister but in the strange complex circumstances of my hermaphrodism, they were only ‘partially’ related.

I arranged to travel with Margaret and drop her off at Miss Lanes academy where I could pick up my son and two daughters, Bernard and Jeanette my 'own' children and Susan my daughter to Margaret. I would then journey on to my parents and break the happy news.

 

 

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