Stomping around here with their damn hooves! (Commission)

Can’t really say I’ve always been like this. No. Guess it came with age. With the years, I got grumpier and more annoyed. With the years, I started hating this stupid office, those fake smiles, that endless pretending. With the years, it got harder and harder to hold back my irritation every time another cocky manager like Brad shoved a pile of reports at me and smiled like he’s the king around here, and I’m... just the furniture.

— Mike, are you in a bad mood again? — yelled Sarah, walking past my desk with a cup of coffee. — Maybe you need some vitamins? Or how about trying to smile at least once in your life, huh?

I just snorted and turned back to my screen. To hell with all this.

This day really wasn’t going as planned. Spilled coffee in the morning, someone scratched my car in the parking lot, then a fucking pigeon shit on me — damn thing. It’s like someone flipped the “bad luck” switch in my life and it’s working like clockwork. And that damn pendant some weird old lady shoved at me yesterday… while I was standing there confused, she just disappeared into thin air! I was going to find her today and give it back, even brought it with me to work, but with all this shit happening, I completely forgot about that trinket.

— Can’t you take these... reports yourself? — I said, dragging out the last word with obvious disgust, glaring at Brad like I was ready to strangle him with those very papers.

Naturally, Brad just plastered on his usual corporate smile:

— Oh, Mike, come on, please, you were heading to the boss anyway, right? And you know he doesn’t really like me, — he scratched the back of his head, avoiding my gaze, — So… pretty please.

I pressed my lips into a thin line, torn between throwing the papers right in his smug face and just being exhausted from this whole clown show.

— I’ll go to him only if he calls me himself, and he hasn’t— — I started, but right then a message popped up on my computer screen from “Boss,” flashing like a thunderclap out of nowhere, ironically lit up by that ominous green indicator:

"Mike, come to my office. Now."

I exhaled through my nose, gripping the reports so hard my fingers turned white.

— Well, speak of the devil, — Brad said cheerfully, grinning slyly and handing me the papers.

I snatched them from his hands, grumbling something nasty under my breath, and headed toward the boss’s office. My mind was spinning like an old record: “Had enough of all this… I look like some secretary with huge tits dreaming to suck him off?! Or what the hell does he think I am?! Fucking circus! Stomping around here! Clattering with their hooves!”

The thought about hooves made me pause for a second, and I smirked, imagining all those pompous idiots actually strutting around the office, hooves clicking on the tiled floor. Brad with his smug face — now with a horse’s ass… Sarah carrying coffee, her horse body trailing behind… Ha, I’d love to watch that circus. And then we’ll see who looks down on who — that’ll be interesting.

Only… why is the floor under me vibrating so weirdly?.. And my chest feels tight, like someone hooked a metal anchor to me. I swallowed hard, stopping in the middle of the hallway, my fingers squeezing the stack of reports so tight it hurt. My body felt… strange. No, strange isn’t even the right word — I felt completely different.

I quickly dropped my gaze down — right in front of my eyes bounced two perky, ridiculously huge Tits, barely staying inside the shirt, its buttons stretched to their absolute limit. A white bra shamelessly showed through the fabric. My heart pounded in my temples.

— What the fu… — I tried to say, but instead of my rough, hoarse male voice came this high-pitched, almost squeaky, girly babbling: — Wh-what the hell…?!

I stumbled back — and suddenly felt something massive and strong pulling behind me with every move. Down… a long horse body, muscular thighs, shiny reddish fur, a tail flicked to the side. I took a step — and barely kept my balance, realizing that on my legs, or hell, hooves now, I was wearing high heels!

— Oh God, what the… — I spoke again, and again that high, embarrassed female voice came out, and I realized if I didn’t do something, I’d fall flat on my ass. I instinctively let go of the papers, starting to spin around clumsily, trying in vain to keep balance on those ridiculous hoof-heels. The papers, obviously, flew everywhere, slowly floating down onto the spotless tiled floor, while I staggered, spinning from side to side — or more like, the whole massive horse part of my body took off, not bothering to ask me.

— FUC… — I screamed, but out of my mouth burst that same ringing, high-pitched voice, panicked and squealing: — Oh God, am I a fucking mare?!

My back end smashed into furniture, equipment, some small coffee table went flying and crashed into the wall, and I… I… fuck, I really was a mare with huge Tits and those ridiculous high heels strapped to my hooves! Staggering, my tail whipping against the partitions, hooves clattering on the floor like a whole herd of horses broke into the office — except it’s just me!

— Molly, careful! — Ashley’s voice called out, the blonde centaur girl from the neighboring department, barely managing to jump aside, clutching her tablet to her chest.

Molly? Who the hell is Molly? — flashed through my mind, but right after came the understanding… as if that name was already mine. Molly… I’m Molly? Bullshit.

And yet I couldn’t hold it anymore, the whole ridiculous centaur body finally crashed down with a loud thud, and I lay there helplessly, feeling my new Tits squished awkwardly against the floor, the heels on my hooves sliding out to the sides.

— Fuck-fuck-fuck… — I muttered in that high, so… girly voice, feeling my cheeks burning and my skin covered in sweat. This is insane! I’m a man… was a man… fuck, what the hell is going on?! I barely managed to move my hand — the damn shirt stretched even tighter, buttons creaked threateningly, and underneath, the white lacy bra clearly peeked through, as if mocking me.

And then, looming over me, appeared the familiar face of Brad, who now also had a centaur body.

— Oh, Molly, are you okay? — he asked, lowering himself onto his front hooves and offering me a hand. His gaze slid over my Breasts… no, over MY Breasts, and I caught that predatory, lazy-assessing squint. I knew that look. Used to throw it at girls myself a million times — now it was aimed at me. And right then, I wished the floor would just swallow me whole.

— I… — again that high-pitched, trembling, almost squeaky voice. I choked on my own words, feeling reddish strands of hair tickling my face, and those long, rabbit-like ears practically trembling from the stress. — Brad, what the fuck is this…

He only laughed, easily helping me up — more like dragging this whole centaur carcass of mine back onto my hooves. The horse part behind still wouldn’t listen properly, the tail jerked to the side, nearly smacking Ashley as she walked by.

— Molly, such language doesn’t suit you, — Brad chuckled playfully, fixing the jacket on me that shamelessly kept riding up thanks to my gigantic Tits. — You’re supposed to be so… mmm… sweet and simple. I’d even say, with that cute little head of yours — you’re like a real ray of sunshine in all this corporate gloom, — he reached out, giving me a teasing flick on the nose, and his eyes slid down again, zoning in on my ridiculously prominent Boobs.

I felt heat splash across my cheeks like someone poured a bucket of boiling water over me. My heart raced, and my ears twitched like I really was about to squeak. The body, this damn new body, was reacting all by itself, and I could almost hear that inner voice: “Of course he noticed you… he’s looking at you… you like that, don’t you?”

Fuck no, I do NOT like that! — I screamed inside my head, but my lips only let out an awkward:

— Brad… — I nearly choked on that soft, ringing tone, trying to regain some shred of dignity. — What the hell are you talking about? I… — I stopped myself, because “I’m Mike, the office cynic and the top sarcastic asshole in this company” — somehow didn’t fit the picture, and somehow… I didn’t even want to pick a fight with him.

Instead, damn it, I felt how my ridiculously heavy Tits pressed against the shirt’s buttons, and the heels wrapped around my hooves made my hips and the whole horse part of my body sway with every step. The office buzzed around me, glass partitions reflecting the crowd of other centaurs — someone typing on a laptop, someone carrying stacks of papers in their teeth, someone like me awkwardly struggling with those stupid hoof-heels.

The whole place was adapted for people like them. Wide hallways, reinforced desks, stands set to human height, but me… I had to be here, stuck in the body of some huge centaur chick, blushing like an idiot when Brad flicks her nose.

— Molly, you’re totally out of it today, — Brad laughed, helping me gather the papers, his strong hand wrapping around my waist, and I nearly collapsed again — damn horse body still wouldn’t cooperate. — Eh, happens… maybe the heat’s getting to you? Or… — he winked slyly, leaning closer, his breath barely brushing my ear, — maybe you finally decided to admit you’ve had a crush on me all along?

What… what kind of bullshit… — my brain just stopped on that word, because inside — the new, female part, Molly — smugly echoed: “Well, he is kinda cute… and strong… and it’s about time, everybody already knows…”

I swallowed hard, feeling the jacket stretch even tighter, my Breasts pulling me forward, my tail twitching nervously, and my head pounding from this ridiculousness.

— Brad… — I tried to sound sharp and cold, but instead my voice came out timid, shaky. — I’ve… got a lot of work. Back off.

Naturally, he just smirked:

— Whatever you say, Molly. — his eyes raked over me again, and fuck, that smug “I know you want me” look in them made my cheeks flare up all over again.

Everything around me blurred, my horse body swayed, my huge Tits pulled me down, my ears were pounding. And me, stuck in the body of this dumbass centaur secretary named Molly, could only realize that none of this was some fucked-up dream — this was my new reality, especially after I made an awkward step and felt my hoof land on something hard that instantly lit up the whole space with a loud crack.

"The pendant?!" I thought, but it was already too late.