In Her Body

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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I woke suddenly, fumbling at the bed. It felt wrong: too soft. The sheets tangled around my legs and hooves -- hadn't I gone to sleep sleeping on top of the covers? That was wrong, that was weird, and my chest heaved as I struggled from a bed that felt too low, strangely so.

"What the..."

That wasn't my voice! It was too light and too soft. I clapped a hand over my lips and glanced around, the dim shapes of chests of drawers and a wardrobe with an engraving on the doors coming into view, though the bedroom was mostly cast into darkness. The only light I had to see by came from the upstairs hallway light, beyond the bedroom door, and the weak streetlight filtering in through the window.

My heart pounded and I staggered to the bathroom that I knew was there. For I wasn't in my room at all.

It was my mom's room. How the hell had I ended up in there? Maybe there was a part of me that understood what had happened, but I didn't yet want to acknowledge it.

For that would have meant something had gone terribly, terribly wrong...

I stared into the mirror, my lower jaw dropping, though I couldn't see all that much of myself as the dim light filtered through into the bathroom. I slammed my hand into the wall, blindly groping for the light switch, before remembering that mom had a strange, dangling light pull-cord for her bathroom. It always threw me off if I ever needed to use her bathroom when renovations were going on or the like in the house. I hadn't needed to use her bathroom, however, since we'd had my room re-painted.

"Oh, no..."

As the light came on, it wasn't my face that greeted me but the brown, bay face of my very own mother. Whereas I only had a tiny sliver of a star between my eyes, as the term for equine facial markings went, she had a full, bold stripe struck directly down the centre of her face and quivering, delicate nostrils. The shape of her face was also, of course, a lot more feminine than mind and her hands slenderer as I tentatively raised one of them to my muzzle, brushing the side.

"This can't be happening..."

I muttered to myself and yet it felt like someone else was in there, talking, for it was not my voice. A silk robe draped haphazardly around me and yet I merely stared, slightly slack-jawed, at my own reflection. It had tugged to the side, revealing half of a boob, and I laughed faintly, though it didn't seem natural coming from my lips.

But...I didn't seem to be in pain in any way or have anything seriously wrong with me, bar for the fact that I had clearly woken up in someone else's body entirely.

Not just someone else's body... But the body of my own mother. Who had been in season for what seemed like months to be, infatuating me and draining me of any ability to resist my own sexual arousal.

"Huh."

I took another shrewder look at myself in the mirror, taking in the rise of my breasts pressing out through the silk robe. I wasn't wearing a bra, I realised -- but that made sense, since clearly mom had been sleeping. My nipples gently rose into the fabric, making defined little peaks, though it was kind of a nice feeling.

Did mom feel that every time her nipples grew firmer? It was a strange thought to have, though something warm spread through my body and I couldn't hold it back. There was a part of me, a rather large part, that didn't want to hold it back either.

I checked the door, as if I expected my mother to walk in on me while I was in her body, but there was no one else there and no one else in the house. Maybe that meant that my mom was in my body? But I should have been safe enough there as I gently followed the string of need within me, trailing a hand lightly down my front where the robe graciously opened up for me.

My hand found the sash holding the robe closed around the waist and I gently undid it, pulling it free in an easy motion. It was almost sensual how the robe fell open, the silk caressing my coat as its release exposed my body.

"Oh..."

I took a breath, something flowery catching my attention, but that had to be mom's body wash or something like that. Yet my eyes were on her breasts, and her exposed nipples, which rose darkly through her short coat of hair. Horses had fur -- but it was different to that of other anthros, lying closer to our skin more often than not. We fluffed up a bit in winter, however, so we had that going for us too.

I rolled my shoulders back to allow the robe to slip from me entirely, leaving a female body standing before the mirror clad only in a pair of matching, purple silk panties. Flowers were lightly embroidered over the front of them and I traced my fingers over the pattern, for it gave me a focus. Regardless, I could feel exactly how they hugged the curve of my ass as if they had been designed just for my body.

My body. Not my mother's -- not while I was in it. Maybe it was that thinking that pushed more sensible lines of thought from my mind, though there was no telling, not really.

"Mom, you are pretty beautiful."

I blushed just saying that. It was true, but it felt kind of dirty when I was looking at a mare's body, my mind stuck in there. Slowly, I ran my fingers over my right breast, circling the nipple without actually touching it. In a way, that felt like going too far, though my tail swished against the backs of my legs and seemed to urge me on.

I couldn't help it that the body I was in wanted me to explore it.

So, my hands slid down again, more confidently following the defined line of my obliques, all the way down to my hips. The silk panties were something of a barrier, yet I still reached lower, easing over the rise of my hipbones, which were so much more defined than they were on the body of a male. Well, any guy I'd seen, at least. I didn't have much experience on that side of things, knowing that I was straight -- so I didn't tend to ogle guys.

My mother's body yearned to be touched, however, and my hands moved without me actively thinking about it -- or so it seemed. I cupped both breasts at once, surprised by my own actions, and gave them a little squeeze.

"Oh, that's..."

My head swirled and I licked my lips. Even the sensation of my thick, fleshy tongue sweeping between them was different. How could something so small have such a different feel to it? It was impossible to say, even at a time like that, though I didn't mind. Maybe everything there, in the body swap, was merely for me to explore, for me to enjoy. I rather liked the thought of that.

I dragged my fingers up over my nipples, enjoying how they perked against my hands, like they were trying to get my attention. Could nipples do that? My head spun again and I spread my hooves apart a little more, just so I could balance myself more evenly.

Rubbing around my breasts only seemed to bring a throbbing, rushing flare of heat to my body. My hips rocked forward ever so slightly and I groaned in the back of my throat, more than a little confused by all the sounds coming out of me. They didn't seem natural, didn't seem to belong to me. And yet there was a strange sense of it being "me" at the same time.

The two things didn't line up together as I squeezed my breasts and followed the lust of another body. Without thinking, I pinched my nipples, gasping at the sharp lance of pressure and light pain that shot through me. I'd never tried that before, but my mother's body understood that it was pleasurable too, that I ached for it and that sharper touch at the same time.

Being pleasured as a mare, that was for sure, was nothing like taking pleasure as a stallion. It was softer and more sensual, coming with a gradual, driving rise to it, as if it was a wave that would not collapse back into the ocean until it had reached its peak: no exceptions.

As I rolled my hips forward slightly, digging my fingers into the flesh of my tits, I realised there was something dampening between my legs. I groaned and licked my lips again, getting a little more used to the centre of balance of my new body -- at least for the time being. Leaving my breasts alone, I reached between my legs and allowed my knees to bend a little, stroking gently between them as an electric thrill shot through me.

The folds of "my" pussy tingled as I brushed over them, although I swallowed my need the best that I could. There was definitely a damp spot down there and I pulled the panties away from my new, female sex to expose them to the air.

"Ohhh..."

I exhaled in a moan as I couldn't stop myself from sliding them all the way down my long, suddenly very shapely legs, though there was a nice, feminine curve to my thighs too: I liked that. I liked that very much, in fact. With my purple panties off and on the bathroom floor, I was free to explore more as I pleased, sliding my finger more boldly against my folds.

They were the folds of a mare, winking and twitching against my hand as I pressed the heel of it into my sex, trying to work out what felt good. Yet I wanted to feel inside, battling between my curiosity and the mare that wanted to be pleasured.

Was what I was feeling my mother's season? Like the heat that went through her when her body urged her to breed, to find her mate? I wasn't sure. It was hard to say regarding something like that, for it was not as if I'd ever got the chance to experience it before. Everything I felt then was for the very first time.

Eagerly, I sank my fingers between the twitching folds and sought her entrance. A glistening trail of moisture easily led me right as my mother's inner, velvety passageway clenched and grasped my finger as if it was trying to drag the digit deeper. Without thinking about what I was doing, I felt another finger sliding into my sex and pushing deep, curling lightly up inside my body.

"Ohhhh..."

I groaned again, though I didn't seem to be able to do much else there. The sounds simply leapt from my lips as if they were old friends. Was that what my mom sounded like when she was horny? Or even when she was with my father?

It was tricky to determine whether that was something I wanted to think about or not, for the stallion in me reeled from thinking about my parents together while the mare raced for it.

Still, I pressed on, my fingers dragging out with a gleaming coating of my own arousal. It strung out between my two fingers as I scissored them apart, fascinated by how different the mare's body was. Damn... I really needed to have sex, if only to feel what it was like and start working out more of what I liked when I was with a mare. Bar some groping and touching, kissing too, I hadn't really gone far at all with a partner, though I wanted to have that connection with someone first. With the kinds of anthros in my community, that hadn't come to light yet, but I was still hoping to find the right one.

The body I was in didn't care, not as I pressed my thumb into a swollen nub -- and instantly realised with the rush of hot, roaring pleasure that I'd found my mother's clit. I leaned against the wall with one shoulder, half-eyeing myself up in the mirror, although I couldn't see all that much of myself anymore.

It didn't matter, not as I dug two and then three fingers into my hungry sex, following the wink and pull of the soft folds around my fingers. My body could be my own guide as I pressed on, my thumb grinding out over my clit, though it was hard to do everything in a rhythm that pleased my mom's body. I wanted to be smooth and seamless -- and yet it felt like there was only so much there that I could do too.

"Oh... Oh, yes... Please... More..."

The words left my lips more and more naturally, although I tried not to think about it too much. Heated lust seared through me as if there was liquid fire in my veins and I worked my fingers deep into my wet, sloppy pussy with increasing ferocity. Droplets of my arousal, however tiny, splattered with every thrust of my hand, though I had to have it as my head fell back and my nostrils flared.

"Oh... Ohhh... Ohhhhhhhh, yessssssss!"

I whinnied too shrilly as an unexpected climax washed over me, dragging me under the swell of the rising tide. I hadn't expected the tightness in my groin to push me into such a tumultuous orgasm, yet there was no sense in me otherwise, not then. Groaning and moaning, a helpless mess as arousal soaked my hand, juices dripping down my fingers and streaming over the lines of my palm.

It was so different to cumming like a stallion and my legs buckled, weaker at the knees than I wanted to be. Coming back to reality with a light sheen of sweat darkening my coat and my chest rising and falling more sharply, I blinked, trying to understand the warm, sweeping glow inside me. And just why it had not satisfied me like it should have.

I would have been happy and warm and relaxed if I'd cum as a guy -- but a mare's body in season was by far not the same, apparently. If anything, I felt more randy than before, grunting in the back of my throat and rolling my hips forward, practically grinding on to my own hand.

"Oof... What...is this? Why can't I get what I need?"

It was worse, unbearable heat smouldering through me, making me gasp and heave as I tipped forward lustfully. I dug my fingers into my pussy again, following the urgent wink of the folds, as if that would guide me at least somewhat in the right direction.

Yet it was not enough, even if I couldn't say why it wasn't enough. Panting harder, my nostrils flared, my nipples hard despite the roiling heat of my body. Maybe I just didn't know enough about a mare's body to get it off as I wanted -- and I cursed my lack of experience for that alone.

Once I'd started, I couldn't stop, straining and working myself up to another whimpering climax. That one was just as powerful as the first, though I was better prepared that time for how it threw me into orgasm without a care for how ready or not for it I was. It ripped through me and I dropped to my knees, my juices dripping to the floor as I let it come, pumping and working my hips as my tail flagged.

I can't do it... It's not enough!

I had to find something, anything, to satisfy my need -- or get out of the body! Desperately, head spinning, I staggered upright again with my hooves scraping over the bathroom floor to kick the mat aside. I just had to get out, finding a way to walk, however wobbly I was in the throes of rampant need, to my own bedroom.

If I just wake myself up, maybe I can get out of this. Like -- SNAP! And I'll be right there and back in my own body without anything to worry about. I can end the spell and actually just get on with things!

I should never have tried the stupid spell in the first place.

That much, I could definitely agree with. If I'd wanted to actually swap into a mare's body, thinking through the consequences, it would have been a mare who wasn't in season, for that was clearly too much to deal with. However, I didn't want to think through it too much as I stumbled hastily back into my bedroom, my body sound asleep on top of the bedsheets.

"Hey! Wake up! Snap out of it!"

Grabbing my body by the shoulders, which was trippy enough as it was, I shook it roughly. That was how anthros woke up others in a hurry, wasn't it? I'd watched plenty of bad TV and, frankly, I'd never needed to wake up someone in a rush like that before, which was probably a good thing.

Yet my body slumbered, chest rising and falling in sleep. That was reassuring in the sense that my body was still alive and I wasn't going to be stuck as a mare forever, but I still had to find a way to end the spell!

It was nearly impossible to think straight as I grabbed the book on the bed, rereading the ritual and spell to see if there was anything there at all about how to end it.

"Nothing on that page... Oh, god... Ah..."

I turned the page to dig into the ritual, more lines of text coming along with notes in the margins.

The ritual will end at the following dawn after casting, not a moment sooner and not a moment later.

I swore under my breath as I read, my legs quaking even then.

"Just fucking great..."

It was so wrong to hear my mother's voice swearing that I almost laughed out loud. So, I was stuck like that until the next dawn -- but that could be okay, right? Mom wouldn't know anything about what had happened, I was sure, for there was nothing at all in the spell about what would happen to the other one, the one whose body I was in.

Sighing, I turned back to my bed and body and stilled instantly. I'd gone to sleep naked, as usual, and my cock and balls were hanging out. I hadn't expected to be unsheathed, though maybe my mother's scent was getting to my body even then.

"Whoa..."

I shook my head, though I didn't seem able to take my eyes off my softly dropped cock, the grey skin out and smooth, almost tantalising. I understood that: I wanted to masturbate and that was how I did it. Otherwise, I didn't think too much about how I was staring at myself, even if it was strange to look at myself from an entirely different angle to usual.

My body, however, was not completely unresponsive as I stared at it, my cock twitching there right before my eyes. I grunted in the back of my throat, ears twitching to point forward as the stallion's shaft rose, slowly but surely. It was like watching it all happen in slow-motion, even if I was there for every tiny moment, my cock patiently taking a little more blood into it to pump up and grow thicker and higher.

I didn't realise then that all the pheromones from my mother's body had been filling the room at that time, making it harder and harder for my male body to resist. It was my body, my real body -- and it had been struggling with the overload of my mother's scent for too long already. It wasn't fair on it, not in the slightest.

My fully erect cock bounced before me, though it was strangely disassociating to see it like that and not feel any of the usual sensations. I blinked at it and cocked my head curiously, my eyes tracing the line of the flat, semi-flared tip. It would not fully bulge out in a proper flare until the point of orgasm, though even I had to admit that it was a rather big shaft. That was just how I was built.

Yet I drooled lightly, not taking my eyes from my dick. My fingers lightly rubbed over my clit, though I was more interested, for some reason, in my own cock than I was even my mother's body -- the body I could actually affect and please, in some way, at that moment.

"Mmm... Oh..."

I exhaled and let out little, breathy moans, turning my head lightly from side to side. There was tension in my neck, running down every line of my body, though I didn't think even orgasm would sweep it away that easily. Somehow, watching my own body become erect, my cock throbbing before my eyes, was hotter than seeing my mother masturbating in the shower, though both ideas were appealing to me.

Like they came together perfectly, as mare and as stallion. But what did that thought mean to me?

"Unff... Wait... No..."

I breathed out through my nostrils, licking my lips, though that didn't seem to help in the slightest. I rubbed the front of my pussy, fingers curling between my legs and stroking over my folds. It was unconscious how my fingers dipped between them, squelching into the wet heat of my cunny, though they were not enough. I already knew what would be "enough" for a body that riddled with heat, but I didn't want to admit it -- for I had to get through it myself.