Mare's Tales                    by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 21.

Morning broke clear and frosty as the weak winter sun splashed its late rays onto our bed. It revealed four small lumps surrounded by two larger ones under the soft contours of the duvet.

Dot's internal clock woke her as the suns rays gradually washed her face with light. Despite her careful efforts to extricate herself from my embrace, I woke as she tried to slide surreptitiously out of the bed.

"What time is it?" I whispered.

Dot peered at the clock behind the bed and rubbed her eyes as she stretched. I savoured her pert breasts as they rose and pointed their pretty pink nipples towards the window.

"About nine. Hush! What's that noise?"

We both listened as we recognised the swish of tyres on the gravel outside. Dot scampered to the window and peered through the gap in the curtains. Her delectable rump caused my cock to twitch as she strained forward to identify the car.

"It's Dr James." She gasped. "What's she doing here so early?"

" I don't know. I wasn't expecting her for weeks."

Dot turned to face me and caught my gazing at her frilly bum in its split-crotch teddy. She smiled provocatively and waggled it as she resumed looking out of the window. She bent forward and resumed her inviting posture.

From where I sat all I could see were two creamy gibbous moons bordered with provocative frills against the dark blue velvet of the curtains. I crept over to her and gently landed my rigid rocket in the central sea of ecstasy. The moon wobbled in its orbit with sweet anticipation.

"Not now." Gasped Dot. "Dr James is here."

"She's got her own keys don’t worry about her. She'll be more interested in the labs."

I carried on caressing her cleft.

"Is that nice?"

"Mmmm," Sighed Dot as she automatically backed against me with her bum.

The vibrator was still clipped around my organ and I switched it on as my knob gently probed her moistening love lips. Her juices started to flow as I gently slid him into her inviting cleft until the vibrator was firmly lodged against her trigger button. She started to squirm again and gripped the windowsill as the gyrating moons of her bum swivelled in their efforts to grind her love bud against the tantalising rubber tickler. Little mewling sounds were coming from behind the curtain and they woke Jacky and Cynthia. I turned as the two small mounds under the duvet stirred and two faces emerged. They immediately grasped what was going on and slipped out of bed to crawl across and attend upon the proceedings.

 

 

 

Within minutes, Dot was enjoying a splendid orgasm as their knowing fingers helped orchestrate the music of her body.

From our side of the curtains a delectable bum was gyrating and pounding in helpless abandon whilst any observer from outside would have seen a young slack jawed woman in the throws of some sort of fit.

This was exactly what Margaret saw as she was emptying the last remnants of her luggage. She now understood why there was nobody on hand to help with her early and unexpected arrival. Dot's wail of passion as her floodgates were breached had caught Margaret's sharp ear as she was collecting the last load from her car.

I suddenly felt Dot's pussy tighten and clench as she struggled to break free from the curtains.

"Hell" She’s seen us." Squeaked Dot anxiously.

"So what." Giggled Jacky

"She knows that we do it. For heavens sake." Added Cye.

Dot gave one last lunge and managed to squirm free of the curtain. She dashed panting out of the room. Her love juices were still dribbling from her cunny as she scampered to her own bedroom to get dressed. We three smiled and returned to our bed. The centaurs were now stirring so we joined them in the big bath before going down to breakfast.

As we finished bathing and were drying each other, Dot and Margaret entered with two huge tea trolleys laden with breakfast. We all sat around in our dressing gowns as we hungrily devoured the mountains of food and discussed the future.

Margaret had come to run some tests on the twins and to have tests on her own baby.

"You're early Mags." I observed.

"Well best get it over and done with as soon as possible. I've got a busy schedule at Miss Lanes and I want to get things over and done with there before I have my baby."

Margaret's eyes fell upon my breasts as she helped me dress. Dot had already laid out the clothes, a soft Lycra body shaper with proper nursing bra cups, a soft cotton body, some leggings, cotton socks and trainers. I finally threw my laboratory overall over this comfortable ensemble and made my way to the nursery. Margaret joined me there as I fed my children then we made our way to the labs. Jacky and Cye had mounted Jenny and Vee and they each asked to carry a baby in their arms.

I knew they had always been excellent riders before the accidents so I allowed them to carry my precious cargoes as we made our way to the labs. Cynthia and Jacky both supported the twins as they clenched Vee and Jenny’s withers between their muscular stumpy thighs. There the twins gurgled happily as they played with Jenny and Vee’s long silky hair-cum-manes.

Amidst gurglings and chucklings of delight from my babies and 'gee-ups’ from the girls, the centaurs trotted along. At first I tried to keep up with them and run beside them but it wasn't long before my supersensitive vulva started playing their old tricks on me and I started to get aroused again. The old familiar bulge appeared in my leggings, so I had to stop to catch my breath whilst my pussy 'cooled down'.

 

 

I walked slowly the remainder of the way to the labs and found the tests well under way. It was confirmed beyond all doubt that Nicholas and Christine were similar in all genetic respects to Bernard and Jeanette. Margaret seemed a little disappointed.

"Well don't sound so disheartened Mags." I comforted her. "I've managed quite well as a hermaphrodite, and Bernard is quite at ease with it so why shouldn't Nicholas be? We can take suitable steps as we've done with Bernard."

I suppose so," mumbled Mags, "I was just hoping for a greater genetic variation."

"Oh there's plenty of variation Mags, I an assure you. Just look at the different hair colouring of Bernard, Jeanette, Susan, Christine and Nicholas. And, I might add, it's much more interesting having both sexual points of view."

"But they'll need the same sort of surgery as you had." Persisted Margaret.

I shuddered at the thought of this and recalled the little twist that she had played on my uthrea when I was so young. It made me a little angry and I replied quite forcefully.

"Listen Margaret. I've said it before and I'll say it again. You're not going near my children with that scalpel without my full and complete attendance. I still have to keep taking the pill to compensate me for that little trick you played on me all those years ago."

"But how will-"

I cut her short.

"There will be very few problems with their psyches or sexualities. I've already helped Bernard come to terms and when it's Nicholas's turn I'll do the same with hers. O.K!"

Margaret shrugged her shoulders. I had no idea what she had planned but I was determined to scotch them early.

"There will be no surgery on any of my children until they them-selves have decided what is right for them and they have communicated their wishes to me. Right!"

"O.K- O.K.", offered Margaret soothingly, "I was only trying to prepare you for anything that might manifest itself later."

"Well I'm more than prepared for ‘anything’ that may manifest itself later." I snapped. "All the surgery I have ever practised has been with the clear consent of the patient and to help them with their problems, even if it has been a little unusual. Some of the stuff you've done at Miss Lanes has been downright perverse and little short of cruel. Ask poor Jenny here."

Margaret looked questioningly at Jenny who gave an uncertain nod of her head. She then turned to me again defensively.

"I did what I thought was best for Jenny at the time. She was destined for a life of crime and violence on the streets before she came to us at Miss lanes."

"That's as may be Margaret. It was still a completely hypothetical observation." I countered. "You had no way of seeing into a crystal ball and determining exactly where Jenny was bound. Your surgery on Jenny served only to leave her with an identity problem and confused. At least I have given her the option of functioning as a male again albeit equininely. Anyway lets get on with these tests, this is getting us nowhere and I've enough worries about my own children."

My irritation had really been caused by my worries about my children and their futures. The girls realised this and Veronica sidled over to press her hip against mine while she gently placed her arm stump around my waist.

"Don't get upset Bev. We all love you and your children no matter what."

She gently bent her head and kissed the tear of nervous disappointment that had leaked betrayingly from my eye.

"Don't worry love," she continued, just remember that when they reach maturity they shall have the option to go female, male or both. How many kids get that opportunity?"

"Oh that's easy enough for us to think about Vee," I replied, "but poor Bernard will have to make that decision at the tender age of eleven."

As I contemplated the pitfalls that would face my children, tears flooded before my eyes.

"Cheer up Bev," soothed Jenny, "they're in the best possible place to grow up and come to terms with hermaphrodism. Even Dr James here had to reconcile her antagonism towards men when you turned up with your hermaphrodism. It’ll be the same with your children."

Margaret nodded ruefully as we returned to Nicholas and Christine. They had to be injected with tracers so that X. rays could be taken of their internal organs to determine their exact construction. The other tests had pointed to some element of hermaphrodism in Christine as well and I was getting very worried. The rest of the day I spent comforting my babies as they demanded their feeds but they had to be starved for a day to complete the X-rays. It was a tired mother who clambered into bed that night after finally getting them to sleep.

My breasts hurt as the milk demanded to be expressed and I was busy expressing it when Jacky burst into my room unexpectedly. With a wicked smile she offered to help. I was in little mood for any shenanigans that night but I had been busy expressing for over an hour and my breasts where still hurting. Resignedly I agreed to her suggestions. Within seconds all four were crowded into my bedroom taking it in turns at my breasts. The only comfort was that my breasts were now empty and the pain had gone. I shooed my friends away and settled down to sleep. Reluctantly they dispersed and switched off the light.

I was just dropping off to sleep when there was a timid knock at the door.

"Who's that?" I demanded testily.

"It's me, Margaret." She whispered.

"What d'you want now." I grumbled. "I'm trying to get some sleep."

"We need to talk. I've still got a few problems to iron out."

Grumpily I unlocked my door and peered sleepily into the dark corridor.

"Oh come on in then. There's never any peace."

Margaret crept in and silently shut the door as I returned to my warm sheets. She sat on the side of the bed, unsure of herself.

"I'm worried," She whispered.

"What about?"

"Well, your hermaphrodism is definitely genetic and it could affect my baby as well."

"Why. It doesn't seem to have affected Susan."

"I know. But there's nothing to say that it won't affect this one. If he's a male then it could."

I suddenly realised that I had been more than a little selfish. My genetic deviation could affect Margaret's babies as well, especially if it was 'male'

"But you separated the sperm and chose only female."

"That works with X.X. chromosomes and X.Y. chromosomes but your sperm has a fifty percent chance of being X.X.Y., or even X.X.X.!"

I paused thoughtfully. Jacky had confirmed this definitely. Margaret’s methods of gender selection could be contraindicated by these exceptional factors."

I gently stroked her bulging tummy.

"Well it's a bit late now. Anyway, even if it's a 'boy' - and I doubt that it is- it would still be a hermaphrodite."

"I hope so," sobbed Margaret, "I really hope so."

I realised that I had been a bit cruel to her during the day and I gently raised my bedclothes invitingly. She accepted my invitation and snuggled in beside me. There we talked long and hard as we discussed various ideas and theories about my genetic makeup and my children. It was long gone midnight before we finally fell asleep.

Two very bleary eyed doctors trundled down to breakfast that morning. The other girls took one look and soon realised that we were in no mood to chat. We made our way with heavy hearts to conduct the final tests upon my twins.

The X-rays confirmed that Nicholas was endowed of the same organs as Bernard and me; a penis, two testes, a uterus, two ovaries and vestigial vagina that would need surgery if he chose to take the same route as his parent. More was to follow. We discovered a distinct abnormality in Christine's clitoris exactly like her big sister Jeanette. A small surgical examination confirmed that her clitoris was virtually a vestigial penis and her labia contained two tiny testicles. If Christine were exposed to testosterone she would grow a full set of male genitalia around her fully formed vagina.

These revelations were the final straw for me. I collapsed sobbing in my chair and broke my heart. What kind of monsters was I breeding and what kind of freaks would my children grow up into?

Margaret and Jacky gently stroked my brow and made me a cup of tea. Jacky had completed her tests and had confirmed that Christine was endowed of the X.X.Y chromosome. This news served only to depress me further as I hugged my babies to me and let them drink deep of their mother’s milk. I felt as protective towards my seed as a lioness with her cubs.

"If nothing else" I cried, "they at least, were going to be loved and cared for as no other children ever had."

A pang of conscience about Bernard and Jeanette stabbed through my heart. I wanted to see them again.

 

Two days later I spent a quick 'weekend visit' with them in the midterm break and they were doing fine. It was obvious that the middle school discipline was having no ill effects upon them. The hormone treatments were more than satisfactory and all three children were happy with their lives. They had a marvellous time cuddling and nursing Nicholas and Christine and it was a much happier Beverly that returned to the labs.

I gradually came out of my depression and the workings of the labs resumed their normal cycles. Once Margaret was convinced that I was over my depression she returned to Miss Lane’s until her baby was due. We four resumed our work to ‘cure’ Jacky and Cynthia of their mobility problems.

Both girls had chosen genetically compatible mares from the herd and we prepared everything so that we could operate soon after Margaret's baby was born. We chose to operate on Jacky first, because Cynthia's veterinary operating skills where needed before Margaret and I felt competent to operate on the horse side when Cye went under. This was deemed to be the lowest risk option and was the consequent route we chose.

Like Veronica, Jacky had chosen a palomino. I suppose it was the fact that a palomino's mane and tail contrasted with its body just like blonde hair contrasted with Jacky’s bronzed body. The mares name was Aerial and, like all the genetically derived horses, she was endowed of a beautifully soft velvet coat that perfectly complimented her rich golden mane and tail. The mane and tail of course were identical to Jacky's hair and formed a perfect matching continuity when the two beings were attached.

Aerial, a mare was Jacky's preferred choice because Jacky was a true transsexual. Unlike Jenny, who was more than pleased to be part stallion, Jacky was looking forward to having fully functional female parts. One night she even suggested that she would look forward to having a foal. This threw us a bit but we were forced to accept that it was certainly feasible. She hoped that Aerial's hormones and soft, gentle nature would complement her own metabolism so that she would become a truly feminine creature.

These wishes actually made the surgery easier. There were no complications with hormone blockers or glandular isolation. Ariel's 'human-compatible' hormones would be allowed to totally invade Jacky’s system and contribute their natural effects to Jacky's femininity.

The biggest problem was going to be retraining both brains to use six limbs. The interconnecting nerve connections were going to be quite complex and I anticipated some long and difficult surgery with quite a bit of 'original exploration'. This was particularly so if final control of both pairs of legs was to be totally under Jacky's control. We couldn't have a centaur whose rear legs were uncontrollable.

To compensate Ariel for the ‘loss’ of her legs whilst suffering the confusion of finding a very complex set of forelimbs ‘attached’ to her body we decided to let Aerial enjoy Jacky’s sight, smell, taste and hearing. It would help both of them to readjust to the ‘multiple limb syndrome’. The sharing of all the senses plus their ‘thoughts’ would, we felt, make the experiment work.

Jacky was fully cognisant of the risks but eagerly anticipated the result. We all knew the unspoken 'hidden agenda' but studiously ignored Jacky’s unspoken excitement at sharing the mare’s body and sensations with herself. With these targets finalised we set to work and by the time Margaret was ready to have her baby, we were ready to go.

Margaret arrived in plenty of time and settled in comfortably to deliver her child. The baby, Pauline, proved to be another baby girl and appeared perfect in every respect. We ran a complete battery of tests and the baby proved to be a normal healthy girl. Margaret was relieved and overjoyed that no genetic peculiarities had been transmitted. Tests seemed to indicate that I fathered hermaphrodites or girls. As we now had a way of determining the sex of my offspring it would no longer be a problem. If any of my friends wanted normal babies by me they would have to have girls.

This was enough for my peace of mind and we set about work to prepare for Jacky's surgery.

Two months after Pauline was born Margaret felt ready to face the operation and Jacky went under the knife.

The operation took over twenty hours for several reasons including the necessity for Margaret and I to learn the veterinary surgery on the horse. Cynthia demonstrated admirable patience and care as she guided our hands through the complexities of the horse's body, but we finally achieved a satisfactory competence and confidence in anticipation of Cye’s turn.

This time we had deliberately started at midnight so that we were all finished by nine p.m. It was an exhausted team that collapsed into their beds.

The same recovery periods ensued and within a couple of months Jacky and Aerial were hobbling around on the lab floor. In the following days they became more and more competent with all six limbs and the expressions on Jacky’s face became daily more ecstatic.

As the relationship twixt Aerial and Jacky became daily deeper and more intimate the centaur could be seen almost trotting around in a trance as both parties swapped their experiences, sensations and pleasures. For Aerial the experience of 'moving around without legs' was akin to low flying and almost hypnotic in its attraction.

It was this condition that seemed to reduce Jacky to the trance like state and we hoped that it would only be a short 'phase' as each of them adjusted. However, we became worried when it stretched into a month. As each day passed we became more concerned as Jacky became less communicative and seemed to simply want to trot around all day. She didn't even join us in the house. After six weeks we were really worried and considered some sort of reversal. We were desperately relieved when the following day it ended suddenly.

She was trotting around the field when she suddenly started bucking and pawing the ground. Jenny suddenly smiled and turned to us.

"She's in season. Leave this to me."

I was about to ask Jenny how she knew but realised it was a stupid question. If anybody would know it was Jenny and Jet. The bulge under Jenny's unitard was already telling us what was afoot.

"Let my cock out!" Urged Jenny. "Look, she's already going towards the other horses."

Fortunately there were no other stallions available as Jacky approached the other mares. Jenny gave a loud stentorian shout and galloped towards her. Jacky spun around and waved as she realised what was going on. She ran up to Jenny and grasped her around the waist as they turned and returned to us. Jacky's face was red with excitement and her nipples were erected like organ stops as she breathed heavily.

"Can we go upstairs?" She gasped.

"Not before you've cleaned your hooves and polished them!" I admonished her. "It's a bath for you my lady, then some attention to those hooves before you get into the bed. Just look at yourself. Covered in mud and your hooves all chipped and sharp. You'll rip the sheets to pieces like that."

Jacky looked down at her woebegone state and nodded ruefully. She had been behaving so much like a horse that she had completely neglected her personal toilet.

"Come on," ordered Jenny, "we’ll soon have you looking pretty again. When did you last comb your hair?"

Jacky looked down ashamedly as she mumbled.

"It's been such fun with Aerial, I don't really know."

"Exactly! Just look at you. You’re a mess." I scolded. "Now up those stairs."

With Jenny and Veronica escorting her she first washed herself in the lab showers then self-consciously entered the house. There we set to work tidying her up.

Jacky had at last 'come home'.

We were both relieved and happy as she finally emerged with her hooves polished smooth and her velvety coat shining as she swished her beautiful hair.

She leaned gracefully back and scratched her rump. Then wiggled her hindquarters.

"Mmmm. I wish I could reach my pony pussy. It's ever so uhhm, horny."

"Tell me about it." Giggled Jenny as her cock strained under the stretchy filmy constraints of her unitard.

Jacky glanced down and the smile on her lips grew wider. She reached under Jenny's flanks and gently grasped the bulge. Jenny squeaked and sidled nervously but Jacky kept her grip and gently stroked the rigid harbinger of pleasure.

Despite it being mid afternoon, we all got the message and there was a general scramble for the bedroom. The five of us clambered onto the big bed and introduced Aerial to the pleasures available to a centaur. Jacky was soon going frantic with lust as she desperately fiddled with the poppers of Jenny's 'fly'. Her rump twitched and her tail swished in anticipation as Jenny's cock finally erupted from her unitard.

The two of them then enjoyed an ecstatic coupling as we cuddled around them and lovingly caressed their soft velvety flanks. Jenny and I were in considerable demand as both ‘mares’ and ‘girls’ demanded their combined just rewards.

Finally, my four friends settled down for the night and I quietly slipped away for my own little pleasure. In the nursery as I entered to feed my babies, I found Margaret blissfully feeding Pauline so we settled down opposite each other in our rocking chairs as our babies fed.

This was a quiet peaceful tender moment that it had become our own special ritual at the end of each day. It was a haven of peace and tranquillity amidst the hurly burly of having the centaurs galloping around the estate.

It became quite obvious that Cye was becoming impatient to gain the mobility that the others enjoyed. The sight of Jenny, Vee and Jacky hurtling around the grounds created and envy that was plain in Cye's face.

 

The four of them had now taken to showering regularly together. Jacky and Cye soaped and lathered Jenny and Vee down each evening then towelled them down before washing themselves. Cye would finally soap down Jacky’s rump where Jacky couldn't quite reach and they often spent much longer than was completely necessary before they emerged clean but red faced and breathless.

The time finally arrived for Cynthia's operation. It progressed almost exactly as Jacky's had done including the strange six week 'Nirvana' period as girl and mare assimilated themselves. Within months however, the four centaurs were to be seen always enjoying their newfound freedoms as they hurtled around the park in their brightly coloured leotards. They even invented a sort of 'centaur football’ and were often seen thundering around at high speed in pursuit of a ball.

Margaret and I often watched them and I sometimes secretly envied them their speed as we strolled gently around the estate with our children in their buggies.

The four girls would inevitably interrupt their games if they saw us and gallop across to make a fuss of the babies. It was lovely to see the children's faces as they stroked the velvety coats or rested in the loving arms of Cye or Jacky. Vee and Jenny could still only look on enviously.

Margaret had taken a couple of months sabbatical to nurse her baby Pauline and we shared an idyllic time as we researched limb replacement or regrowth.

The amazing thing to me was that we managed to keep our work a secret for such a long time. Sadly however, the inevitable happened. Rumours of strange mythical creatures started to filter out after some village children were seen trespassing in the grounds and finally a press reporter appeared uninvited into our own private world.

He appeared uninvited at the gates and rang seeking admission. Dot answered the call and, with her usual tact, had managed to delay him at the gate.

Margaret and I went to the gate to find what he wanted. I recognised him as Bill Davies, the son of my father's estate manager whom I had met when visiting my parents. He now worked for a local paper and deemed this to be an excellent opportunity to further his career. He had cleverly hoped to wangle it as a 'social call’ and con his way in, to find out what he could.

He knew that I knew, but I would be deemed 'churlish' if I didn't invite him in and furthermore, it would arouse his suspicions even more. I 'chatted' to him as we strolled down the drive whilst Margaret and Dot sped off to warn the others. With an alacrity born of anticipation of this day the centaurs hid themselves whilst Margaret returned to pick us up in the Land Rover and deliver us to the house.

In the interim, Dot had prepared a small tea.

 

 

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