Mom's fantasy job (Monthly tale - 5) X

(Women into centauress)*

The small port of Oath Dock boiled with activity in the first light  of dawn, the pulling of the ropes, the scent of the salty ocean and the comings and going of sailors, boats and cargo.

The tension in the air was palpable, but the constant activity and routine helped the people keep themselves cheerful and helped take their collective minds off the war and the battles at the kingdom’s frontiers.

Recently, many stores had closed due to the needs of the war, space was needed  to craft weapons, armour and other essentials to the war effort, so the rulership couldn't waste the countries resources on such thing as book stores, toy makers or Gnomish Bakeries.

Rosella was one of those affected by that last martial decision that bread was needed  more than pastries, the dictators hadn’t asked her what she thought about such an arbitrary and sudden ruling, not her, her work companions or the gnomes who owned  the ovens, so arguments about the world needing more candies than knives were ignored and they all found themselves without jobs regardless.

Still pissed off about it, Rosella woke along with the port in her small comfy house in  the slums that were located just outside the city walls.

The white woman, with her wide hips and lush red locks woke with a loud yawn on the old couch in her house, she washed her face, changed out of her sleeping clothes into  her modest blue dress and then proceeded  to wake up her three daughters.

First she woke up her eldest daughter, who was tall and thin with short dirty blondish hair, Serena shared little of her soft chubby mother's appearance, nor her attitude, but she wasn’t lazy, a marked difference to her two younger twin sisters with their tangled red hair, Hazel and Celia.

The two young girls, protested and mumbled, curled up under the blankets that the three sisters shared, but, following the family’s daily routine, Serena put them in line.

That morning, the older girl had only to remind her younger siblings about what a big day today was to make them move slightly less lazily than usual.

With her trusty Serena dealing with the little girls, Rosella prepared breakfast, three bowls of oatmeal and the last of their milk for the sisters and a piece of bread spread with honey for herself.

As the mother munched her breakfast, she heard the twins giggling as they chatted about mane colours, at least until Serena slapped the backs of their necks and put them to work on their breakfast.

Rosella, leaned against the window of the kitchen and  sighed, the nervous butterflies in her tummy were making the honey taste a little less yummy than normal.

After they were all clean, filled and dressed, Serena prepared to lead her two younger sisters off to school.

The mother kissed each girl twice and then, just the same as every morning, reminded the older one of all the safety rules, both small and large that she should think about before they left, with special emphasis placed on the rule about not trusting elves and that they had to be back home before the sun had turned  too orange.

The three girls nodded and kissed her back and wished their mum luck before leaving their small house.

Rosella sighed again and enjoyed this rare parental moment of personal space by watering the flowers and sweeping the floor.

She looked around, annoyed that her house was still too messy for her satisfaction, but she didn’t want to arrive late, so she put the broom back in its place, said goodbye to the picture of the blond man hanging on the wall and left her house, heading in the direction of the carriage stop.

The mother arrived at the stop punctually and patiently waited beside the side of a pair of grumpy short bearded merchant dwarfs, who  were startled and outraged by the large ebony woman's shout.

“ROSELLA! YOU CAME!”

Rosella blushed and looked back at her friend, waving her hand, "Hello, Broky...”

Broky laughed loudly and hugged Rosella, she was bigger than the redhead and way more robust, her hair was short and dark, the dwarfs move away a bit more, shaking their heads and uttering poisonous mumbles about humankind.

“I thought you wouldn’t come!”

“W-we need money and I don’t want Serena to leave school... So it isn’t like I had too many options...” Rosella’s voice grew lower, she blushed even more and shook her head. “Sorry, shouldn’t talk like that! You did me a huge favour with that recommendation! It’s just... I’m a bit nervous about the horse stuff...” 

Broky slapped her friend’s back, shaking her like a feeble red leaved tree, “Don’t you worry, it'll be fine! I’m sure it's going to be more fun than baking bread and I will be there to cover your ass! The salary is fantastic and not many people can say they've experienced something like that, no?”

She kept laughing and Rosella blushed, not wanting to say that not many people would want to experience something like that.

The donkey carriage came, they both bought tickets and sat at the back, while the dwarfs waited for the next one.

Slowly, the mules dragged the carriage out of the slums, the buildings and houses began to grow shorter and smaller and the path more stony as they passed beneath the walls and went deeper into the outskirts.

Rosella couldn't stop glancing at the donkeys in front of the carriage... they were both females and she could clearly see their dark rears under their swinging tails as she nodded, not paying too much attention to Broky’s loud, funny anecdotes.

With it's good pace, the vehicle soon arrived at it's destination, the Rusty Shoes’ farm.

Both women jumped out of the carriage and said goodbye to the conductor and Rosella petted one of the jennets before starting to walk towards the farm house with her friend. Her fears gain strength as, walking behind Broky, she confirmed that there weren't any horses in sight, only farmland ready to be worked.

There were a bunch of farmhands sitting on the farm house porch, all men except one and all young, they chuckled and pointed at the women as they grew closer, “Looks like we're are only getting old mares this season!” one of them was brave enough to say, only to immediately regret it when Broky looked at him.

“You better watch your tongue if you don’t want this old mare to kick your balls, dork!” she shouted.

The young lad turned pale,  gulped and nodded as his friend laughed at him and one of them slapped the nape of his neck.

Rosella and Broky passed in front of the bunch of noisy lads, their meeting point was at the pen behind the large brown barn.

The other three women were already in the cool shadow of the building, standing, clearly separated around the pen.

Rosella and Broky greeted them and presented themselves and the others did the same with differing levels of enthusiasm.

The tall, strong, bronzed skin sarradian woman with the reddish hair was named Tyra, she answered with a grunt and a nod, she looked like a seasoned mercenary who was down on her luck.

More friendly was the pompous blond lady named Esbelta, her long silky mane of hair, her fancy dress, even if it was somewhat worn out and her manners made it clear that she was one of the many aristocrats who  hadn't had any luck during the war.

The last one, small and scared like a mouse, mumbled something from behind her long greasy dark har, which covered her blushing yellow skin, her name was Eleanor and she was another victim of the needs of the war, a librarian without a library to be more specific.

Rosella understood the comment about a season of old mares, none of the woman had seen less than thirty springs and she suspected that Esbelta was probably the oldest out of them all.

They didn’t have too much time for chatting before a black and white stallion arrived, carrying the last member of their herd.

The horse slowly walked in front of the five women.

The polished grey heels and the pristine grey dress perfectly matched the grey eyes and hair tied up into a tall knot, pale skin like milk, it was too much grey for Rosella’s taste, but it was the long pointy elvish ears that made her frown.

She was carrying a heavy old pouch and looked at the women as though they were property, or perhaps livestock, "At least you are all punctual...” she said with deceptive softness. “Even if the quality leaves much too be desired ...” the glance of her cold eyes made Eleanor shrink and recoil backwards.

Tyra spat on the floor.

“You asked for strong women!” shouted Broky, crossing her arms. “And that’s what you've got!”

Her four companions silently agreed with her.

“The bulletin said strong females, if I recall correctly, but we will see, we will see...”

The stallion stopped and the elf jumped down with a grace that was lost as she began to walk and limped  on her left leg, she was very tall, even taller than Tyra.

The elf woman tied the horse to the pen fence and then opened the door, inviting the women to enter.

One by one the five passed through the doorway.  The grey elf lady followed, entering last. ce the door was closed she moved in front of the others, crossing her arms behind her back.

“I am Senior Alchemist Grehtel, following the guidelines of the High Magistracy, today I will be the leading head of this herd...” she put her pouch on the floor. “I hope that you have all read the indications and warning on the bulletin and the contract, as a reminder, keeping a calm, steady and rational mind during its duration and avoiding sexual contact with male equines or males in general is vastly recommended. As the guidelines say, I will join you during the process and then for the duration of the scheduled work to try to keep you all from drifting from the path of person-hood, but, ultimately, if you give in to the primal needs of the flesh the fault will be yours alone and the Magistracy will not take care of any further mutations or their permanency, understood?”

There were a few unenthusiastic nods of agreement, but mostly silence.

“Perfect..:” continued Grehtel. “Then, we shall begin, please, completely undress.”

With that, the elf unselfconsciously pulled down the top of her dress, revealing her ribs beneath her pale skin and her small tits with their erect pinkish nipples, she wasn’t wearing any underwear, as she proved when she pulled down her skirt to reveal her greyish pubic hair.

The other women did the same, at  different rates of speed, the most surprising revelation was probably that Eleanor was the most eager of them all to get naked, even more so than the joyful Esbelta and Broky.

Before too long the six women were completely naked, Grehtel and Eleanor left their clothes on the ground, but the other four put theirs on the fences surrounding the pen.

Tyra’s body was muscular, healthy and well proportioned, with a number of scars, Eleanor was as skinny as a stick and her breasts were smaller than Grehtel’s, but they had bigger nipples, Esbelta lost a bit of her youthful look without her fancy clothes, but she was still quite desirable to any male eye, and, lastly, Rosella and  Broky shared a bond of friendship that seemed visible in their similarly curvaceous and voluptuous motherly forms, even if Broky seemed even larger than her friend without the annoyance of clothes.

There weren’t many attempts to hide their nudity from the others, barefoot, they all gathered back around the elf alchemist, who was kneeling to open her pouch.

“Drink it on a single gulp on my mark,” she ordered distributing five tiny vials containing a blueish substance to the women, taking the sixth vial for herself she got up, they all opened the small receptacles. “On three...”

Grehtel did the countdown with the thin fingers on her raised left hand and on the third she, and the others, drank down the vials.

Keeping loyal to her efficient habit of not wasting time, the elf took the empty vials back from the women while they all still had the taste of salty apples and sweet carrots in the back of their throats.

The elf lady put the empty vials back into her pouch and left the pouch hanging from the fence, treating it with more reverence than her own dress, which she stepped on twice, or her heels, that she kicked once.

Then she walked into a corner of the pen and stood,  grabbing the fence, turning her back to the others as they shared the wait and then glances of confusion and growing annoyance.

Esbelta took one naked step forward.

“Excuse me... Madame Grehtel?” she said politely. “What we have to do NEEEEEEEEEIGH!” the refined high class woman tilted her neck, shouting a loud neigh that surprised her as much as it surprised her companions. She held her neck with both hands, starting to feel the heat, before repeating the loud sound. “WHEEEEEEIIIIIII!”

A symphony of snapping bones began, accompanied by sweat  as the six women began to change, hot even in the shadows of the barn, as the reshaping took hold of their forms.

The five human's steps grew shaky and feeble as they saw how the elf grunted and snorted as her buttocks spread and her anus and vagina became visible, swollen and black.

They all touched their rears to find, and feel, similar changes.

Tyra put a knee on the ground, whinnying at the sky as her pupils became that of a mare, Broky and Eleanor dropped down onto all fours as their ears began to stretch.

Rosella grabbed her side, her mind drifting though many sensations simulataneously, from the pulsating  moisture of her new sex, to the big beating heart that she now had below her ribs and above her belly.

Imitating the elf, she moved, stumbling, towards the pen fence and leaned over it, almost falling, holding herself onto the wood like a castaway in the middle of an storm.

She neighed just like all the others as her lower body began to grow.

From below her waist, her flesh stretched at the same pace as her spine gained length, her naked feet slid on the ground as she grunted and clenched her teeth.

Her butt increased to a gigantic size to match that of a horse as the sickening alien sensation of having her organs reshaped and relocated all over the place made her entrails growl in protest.

The fur that covered her ears and her growing belly was blonde, a pair of dark teats sprouted between her spread legs.

She looked around, her vision blurry due to  the equine pupils, and she saw the others, Tyra, Broky and Eleanor rolling their large misshaped forms on the ground.

Esbelta had managed to reach another of the fences, but she was leaning against it with her back and her body was stretching beneath her like a fleshy sausage being filled from a meat grinder.

Rosella and Grehtel were the only ones still standing in the middle of the shifting chaos when tails began to whip the air.

The redhead held her breath and didn’t release it until the two new legs growing from the sides of her outrageously long lower body touched the ground.

Her feet grew numb as her hooves formed, she gained height and weight apart from mass, feeling stronger and gaining security in her shape as the changes slowed.

The stallion outside the barn was whinnying along with the women, excited by the wet smell of mare cunt, the ladies also noticed the smell of growing horse penis, but at the moment they were too busy with their transformations.

Rosella’s red hair grew longer, obviously, like a mane, with a few new white strands, matching her long equine tail, a line of red hair moved down her neck, between her shoulders, ending just where the equine fur began at her waist.

Teardrops, and sweat, with the ending of the metamorphosis, the sound of the changes died, making the moans, grunts, gasps and snorts that now represented the mix of woman and mare that the herd of ladies had become more audible.

Rosella breathed deeply several times, with her eyes closed, as her brain struggled to understand her body's new bizarre shape.

She slowly opened her eyes, looked down and almost puked when she noticed how far away the floor now was.

Her hair had grow into a long luxurious mane of red and white that rested across her shoulders and down her back. She was still chubby, at least the part that was still mostly human, but her muscles had become more taut than soft.

Long pointy ears covered in blonde fur, they flicked and she blinked, adapting to the horizontal pupils that she had now , a sign of equine-hood that almost seemed redundant once you took into account the fact that her womanly torso was now attached to the body of a mare.

Rosella put a hand on the warm blonde fur, just to try and check if she was still sleeping at home and was going to arrive late at work. She felt her own breath vibrating throughout the fur... the teats between her legs... the sex behind her long tail... the strong hooves supporting her body...

She had truly become a centauress, from the waist down her flesh was attached to the body of a mare, a blonde mare, probably a palomino, she chuckled, wondering if a redheaded palomino was even possible without alchemy.

Rosella attempted to take a couple of steps, but she didn’t even make one before almost losing her balance and frantically grabbing the fence to prevent herself from falling so she settled for looking around from her position.

Her companions all seemed to be having the same difficulties as her, while they all shared the facial changes, with the exceptions of Broky and Tyra whose noses had become wider and blunter, the colours and forms of their equine bodies were all quite different. The other four once-human women were getting up, helping each other to stand.

Broky was even larger than she was, her hair having grown to shoulder length, her mare bottom was that of a draft horse, large and dark, with the bottoms of each leg covered in long white hair that matched her tail and the strands in her hair.

Tyra had become similar in size to Broky, slightly smaller, but more muscular and without the hair on the legs, her fur and tail were red.

Esbelta and Eleanor's already long hair had become even longer, falling like cascades over their equine bodies, Esbelta's was white and Eleanor's was deep black.

Maybe the most astonishing difference between a woman and her centauress form came from Grehtel, the elf woman had the lower body of a thin grey mare, with a few white spots, a fine elvish steed, but the changes had turned her long elf ears into those of a horse, like the others, ironically, that made her look more human than before.

The alchemist was already standing in front of the others, arms crossed behind her back, most of her mane still remain tied up on top of her head. 

“Hurry up, ladies, get up and get in line, the farmhands will be here soon.”

The others obeyed as best they could, stumbling uncertainly, trying to take the reins of bodies with six appendages after a life of using just two legs.

Grehtel still limped from her left back leg, she inspected the bodies of the herd of centauress's with her cold grey horse eyes, seemingly quite satisfied with the results of her alchemic concoction even if she didn’t express it with words.

“Guess asking for more would be too much... You can covers your breasts now if you want so, but I recommend leaving your rears naked so as not to interfere with the machinery. If you are worried about showing your rear, just keep your tail down.”

Rosella, Broky and Esbelta decided to cover their breasts, wrapping clothes round them, Tyra, Eleanor and Grehtel remained naked.

The farmhands arrived punctually, most of them, the workers from multiple past seasons, weren’t excessively surprised or shocked by the sight of the half-horse ladies, but some of them, including the girl in the group and the guy who had made the comment about old mares, couldn’t avoid letting their mouths drop open.

Grehtel split them into groups of two, one farmhand and one centauress, Rosella ended up with the guy who had slapped the back of the neck of the foul tongued farmhand, a tall and mostly handsome young man who look like the oldest of the group.

They saluted each other politely and the group, lead by the grey centauress, moved towards the fields and the heavy plows that were to be attached to the centauress's waists and horse rears.

It was simple brute strength work, tedious like most work of that kind, being lead by their farmhands the women had to slowly drag the plows across the soil to prepare the ground for the crops.

If you didn’t count having to be turned into a creature of myth for a day, it was far from the worst job in the world, being honest with herself, Rosella admitted that, after the initial awkwardness and the weird alchemic shenanigans, the worst part was certainly the hot sun. Her farmhand was as polite and thoughtful as he had seemed at first glance, his name was Connor and he treated her gently, more like a lady than as a unique beast of burden.

The other centauress also synced properly with their farmhands, Esbelta ended up with the girl, who seemed in love with her silky blonde hair and blonde tail, maybe the most problematic pairing was between Broky, who had tied a cloth around her head, and the foul mouthed farmhand.

Having to actually control a big and heavy old mare who could now actually send him flying with a kick, his tongue had become dry and he kept blushing and mumbling while keeping his head down, even if Broky didn’t harbour any resentment towards him and seemed to be more amused by the situation than anything else.

Grehtel, after a conversation with the land owner, climbed to the top of a nearby small hill to supervise the operation from a distance.

Both Men and beasts were needed at the front, so using women and youngsters to spearhead the alchemical-hybridization program was beginning to solve the lack of a workforce for daily labour and therefore maintain the engine of war.

The section of farmland was ready by the beginning of late afternoon and the crew and the herd took a moment to rest, nourish and socialize.

Rosella was sitting on top of the small hill, the four legs of her heavy body bent as she munched oats from a small sack she had been given, she wasn’t a fan of dry cereals, but, most likely due to the current state of her body, they tasted more acceptable than usual.  From her position she had a good view of the surrounding lands, Broky and Esbelta were chatting with the farmhands off to one side of the plowed field and at the other, Tyran and Eleanor were playing with Gerhtel’s stallion.

Watching of the centauress's rub their naked torsos against the male made her ears flick.

“Fascinating, isn't it?” Grehtel’s voice startled the redhead, the grey centauress was sitting at her side, “How much just a vial of Ocirroe’s Grace can change a woman’s perspective on the world?”

Rosella shrugged, watching how Tyra wrapped her arms across the stallion’s back.  

“Why did you come on a horse? Shouldn’t you stop them?”

“Stop them...?” wondered the grey centauress. “Should I? I have already warned you all of the dangers... We use the vials only on females because we think that the effects are less potent and we will not become like those creatures of lust in the old myths, but my experience tells me that such burning desire is inherited by this... race...”

“We aren’t of this race...”

Grehtel chuckled, “You are still looking at me as an elf? Have you seen my ears now? We are the same while the vials last, fine working livestock, that's why the alchemist also changes with the workers, to keep some illusion of transparency.”

Rosella clenched her lips, as the stallion started to sniff Eleanor’s rear and Eleanor raised her tail.

“You seem worried about that, but not about that...”, Grehtel pointed towards the other side, where Broky and Esbelta were talking with the farmhands, Broky was making everybody laugh hard, but looking closely, Rosella noticed the small things... the foul mouthed guy was sitting behind the centauress, with a clear bulge at his crotch, the girl was blushing, even Connor, cold and collected, had his legs crossed. “Inherit... that dangerous sexual appeal... I have seen it many times, a quick rubbing behind the barn, with the farmhand or the farmhand’s mount and the woman gives into the mare... It may not happen immediately, weeks, months, maybe even years later...” the grey centauress passed a hand across the bare back of the redhead, making her shudder. “One day, a lovely housewife, sitting at the table with her family, just neighs as a horse and becomes a mare and there’s nothing that can be done... I have seen enough today to be quite sure that none of those three are going to end the season as women... perhaps not even your friend... but I for sure am going to be an elf once this is all over...”

“You are sick... you knew... you...” Rosella gulped when she saw how the stallion had almost mounted Tyra, before she walked forward, making the attempt at mating fail, and Eleanor and her had laughed as if it was nothing.

“Yes, yes I am... I think... You can tell the others, see if they actually care as much as you... Or you could finish today, go to sleep as a centauress tonight and wake up tomorrow and spend the rest of your days as awoman...”

“How can you be OK with this...?”

Grehtel took a moment to answer and a soft tremor made her cold voice break while she talked, passing a hand across her back left leg.

“I could be happy as the mount of a captain... but I have lived long enough to know that my destiny is that of a broodmare... so let it be... I have already thought of proper names for us... “ she pointed one by one to Tyra, Eleanor, Esbelta and Broky. “Scars, Prune, Silk Pony, Black Butter...” she put a hand on her nude chest. “Greyish Limp...” and finally moved the hand onto Rosella’s shoulder. “Red Dove... what do you say, will you join this little herd...?”

Rosella softly shook her head, lowering her pointy ears.

“I’m not... I can’t... I have foals to look after...”

Greyish Limp chuckled.

“The mind of a proper mother, but, just in case... I will keep a place for you in my herd... Once your foals grow up, just remember the old elvish saying... There’s no shame n an honourable surrender...”

...

Rosella and Broky clopped back down the path to the city, the daily work schedule completed, farmhands and centauress said their goodbyes and headed back to their homes.

Tyra, Esbelta and Eleanor decide to spend the night in the barn to wear down the changes under the watchful eye of the grey centauress. 

Rosella pursed her lips and hugged each one of them.

During the trot back, she remained silent, her tail and ears lowered , carrying her belongings against her chest, just nodding to Broky to indicate her enthusiasm for their first day of the job and not paying any attention at all to the glances the curious citizens gave to the horse-women.

Once back in the slums, she said goodbye to her friend with a another hug and they headed in opposite directions towards their homes.

Serena, Hazel and Celia were waiting for her, sitting on the fountain in the square that connected to the street where they lived.

The young twins pulled her tail, her mane and her ears in amazement and even the older sister fondled the mare body of her mother in wonder.

Rosella allowed the three girls to climb on her back and carried them all the way back home, once there, she had some difficulty trying to slide her larger body through the smalldoorframe, but nothing that couldn't be solved with some pushing.

She said hello to the painting of the man, she prepared dinner, washed the dishes, and the girls, and brought the sisters to the bed that they shared.

With the help of Serena she read them a fairy tale until all three were asleep and the room embraced the tranquillity of the night.

The mother, after making sure that all of her daughters were equally well covered by the blanket, softly clopped back into the middle of the room.

She took off the cloth covering her breasts and, opening her arms, showing her form to the painting... but soon felt silly, and so, hugging her sides to stop the shudders, went back to the bed.

Rosella carefully and silently sat her mare half at the side of the beds and then crossed her arms over the blankets and rested her head on them, enjoying the tender sound of the breathing of the sleeping foals.

After a barely contained yawn, her tired eyes closed and she began to dream...