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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Paul grunted, waking slowly, yet something was wrong. He blinked slowly, the room coming into focus around him. At first glance, it could have been his room at the inn, yet there was no dresser, a tall, cracked mirror leaning against the wall behind the door, a wardrobe with a door that didn't quite close fully looking like it had seen better days.
"Oh, hell..."
He didn't want to face the embarrassment, not as he pulled at the covers on the bed that were suddenly no longer there, wriggling a bit, chilly for some reason. Why was he on top of the sheets, not covered up at all? Was he not wearing any clothes? Had he stumbled into the wrong room the night before? How embarrassing... He really wouldn't be able to show his face there ever again, but if he staggered up and managed to get himself back to his room...
"Whoa! ¡Oye!"
He shouted -- but that wasn't his voice! That wasn't him at all! He heaved, looking at his hands -- but even they were a different shade than they had been before! Then and only then, did Paul realise just how much things had changed, his body shifting without his consent, a touch of magical retribution that had worked without him even knowing or understanding what had come to pass.
For he was no longer a man at all but a centaur -- and judging from the rise on his chest, what could only be determined as breasts, he was no longer male either! His skin was dark, the same shade that Sofia's had been, though he couldn't get himself back to his feet, his hooves catching in the bedding, skidding over the floorboards. His bare breasts shifted with his weight and he gasped, struggling to balance himself, though scrabbling wasn't getting him anywhere as his heart hammered.
Just in time to stop another shout, because he didn't want to alert anyone else to what was going on in there, he clapped his hand over his mouth -- or was he to say... Was it "her mouth"?
Paul groaned, not knowing what to do, but it felt like she should use the different pronouns, even if that was not how she identified. That was right, in a way, for she knew that transformations could happen and they could be the most surprising things of all when they did come to pass. It was not anything terrifying and they would be able to find out something to stop it, to change the course of what had already happened.
Staggering, she worked hard to get her front hooves under her, standing with a lurch that didn't at all seem natural.
"Urgh, que está pasando?" she groaned, shaking her head, black hair brushing her cheeks. "¿Cómo hacen esto los caballos?"
She groaned, working her tongue, trying to get the Spanish out of her mouth -- where was her native tongue? She concentrated, though speaking the tongue that she had been born with seemed to come with great difficulty.
"English... SÃ, I must...speak English."
Talking aloud, where she was familiar with the words, was good. That made it feel a little more like she was talking to someone else, as if it was not really her that had been turned into a centaur. And yet the voice...
"Hello?" She tried again. "Hola, I'm Sofia."
Ugh. She grimaced. She wanted to speak Spanish instinctively! How annoying... That wasn't her primary language. But it made sense, of course, it did...
Of course... It was not just any centaur that she had been transformed into, but Sofia. Cursing under her breath, the centaur's tail flicked without her actively thinking of it, shifting her weight awkwardly from one hoof to the other, trying to find a comfortable position to balance in. The trinket... There had been something about that, an inscription where she'd found it, but she had not uncovered anything about it. Planning to trade or sell it, it must have been a joke from other students at their adventuring training, yet she had been the unfortunate fool to pick it up.
And that most likely meant, if it had come from that little thing, for there could be barely any other reason for such a random transformation to take place in an inn of all places, that Sofia was in her body. His body? Her body? What? Paul groaned. Her head hurt.
Swallowing hard, though there was not enough moisture left in her dry mouth to do so, she took stock of her new body. Her trousers and pants were gone, as if she had slept naked, though she hadn't woken when the transformation had been taking place. Had it been that quick? She should have felt it... Yet there were four legs to take in, trying to bend over at the waist and thinking better of it when she wobbled, her legs splayed out just to try to balance.
But her hooves were clean and strong with healthy frogs, though it was hard for her to lift them, though standing on three legs could have been a cinch. Her front legs had white sock markings up over the fetlocks, just like Sofia, leaving those hooves white too, her shirt loose and baggy over her chest, not fitted at all. She muttered under her breath, leaning back to run her hands over her withers, her back, her hind end, though could not quite reach her swishing, black tail.
Her human half was more interesting still, though she gulped and tried not to think too hard about what she was doing. It was the body that she was in, after all, and she had to honestly see how far the transformation had gone, all to see what could be done to reverse it, though she had no idea, not yet. Her hands ran over her sides, her stomach with abdominals showing lightly through the smooth skin, hardly daring to take in her breasts, the most dominant feature that a man (in the wrong body) like her wanted desperately to touch.
"Sweet dragon fire... ¡Ayyyy!"
A pair of full breasts greeted her, though the lilt of Sofia's voice was increasingly annoying. It was a good thing that she was distracted by her chest, a blush darkening her cheeks only minimally. Maybe that was a good thing that such things would not show on her more exotic skin -- well, exotic to him -- but that was one of the very few benefits to such a sudden transformation.
"Ugh... So, where in the ten kingdoms is Sofia?"
She didn't want to linger on her breasts too much, grunting, looking away. They were hot, yes, but just another reminder that she was a man in someone else's body, forced against her will to transform into a centaur overnight while she slept. It was as if some god had taken a particular liking to her and wanted to make her as miserable as possible, body swapping her with the very one that had caused such strife the night before! It was impossible to consider it as anything else, growing and swiping at her bag -- Sofia's bag -- as if setting that back on her hip was going to rectify everything.
She couldn't stay naked forever though, even if she was in what had to be Sofia's room at another inn... She cast about. Maybe there were some of Sofia's clothes in a bag or the wardrobe? It was worth checking for something more comfortable.
But what was she going to do? She couldn't go out like that! She couldn't just pretend to be Sofia, not when the centaur was running around in the body of a man! Or had she planned it all and played a trick on her, all so she could humiliate her further? She skittered, struggling with his hooves, her body no longer obeying even the most basic of commands. Where walking had been as mundane to her as breathing before, as a centaur it was a whole new thing.
A knock on the door had her head jerking around, hair swinging in her face.
"Uh... Entrar!"
She drew herself up tall, trying to show herself as a force to be reckoned with, not that she was just bothered by her accent, the lilt of her voice. It was not her voice, not really. But she had to at the very least pretend that it was, all so that she could get through the day or the first interaction at the bare minimum with the least trouble possible.
Yet she had forgotten her lack of shirt and lunged for something to cover herself with, cursing in Spanish and flailing for a moment before skittering for the bed. That would have to do, for the door was already opening, Paul cursing herself for even taking the shirt off in the first place. She dragged the sheet up in time to cover her chest, heart hammering as if it was trying to break free from the cage of her ribs, just in time to see...
...Herself walking through the door.
Sofia and Paul, in the wrong bodies, blinked at each other. Sofia practically hopped into the room with too much energy, constrained into a tangled bundle of being in a male's body, yet he was too energetic for her. Paul grunted and tried to step back, putting space between them, though it was not as easy as all that, not as her heart pounded, Sofia laughing and spinning in her body, her human body, right there before her.
"Deja de tocarme?!" Paul snapped, stomping a hoof as she tried to calm herself, to get her language back in the one she wanted to speak. "What the hell has happened? You shouldn't be in my cuerpo... I mean, body! Fix this -- inmediatamente!"
"Oh, you even sound like me too!" He said, clapping his hands, though Paul was sure that he had never looked that joyous, that carefree and silly. "Look! I don't know how it happened, but...wow! And look at you, horse lady! That's what people called me, so that's what you should be too! Sofia, softie-Sofia... Not so soft when I was taking your coin purse though, was I?"
Paul growled and tried to lunge for him, but Sofia was too quick for her, better on human legs than she was on four horse legs.
"That's not funny!"
"Oh, but it is to me!"
Sofia laughed and shook his head, though he was not so secretly revelling in his new body, as if everything that he could ever have wanted was being handed to him on a silver platter. True, he had not thought that he would gain any of it by taking on a male body, but it was not as if it was something that he had gone after either.
"You sound good like that, it's so strange hearing your own voice back to you," Sofia said, leaning in, as if to peer at Paul. "And you're older... Oh, don't think I didn't know how young you were, hombre, you didn't hide it well. So young, so innocent... But that's not something that you should let go so easily, you know. With those curves though, you should be watching the weight of your mare half. You have no idea how easy it was for me to pack on the pounds, oof!"
Sofia shook his head, taking the chance to look at his body, or his old body, from a new angle. It was weird, yes, to hear her voice coming from a centaur's lips that was him and not him, as a male, at the same time. Truly, he wasn't even sure whether he was happy with the pronouns he was using for himself, but it was what it was and he kind of liked having a new body -- if only for the opportunities that had opened up to him. It was just like what Paul had said -- having the entire world at her fingertips!
Well, maybe not quite like what Paul had said, as a man and not as a centaur (centauress?), but it was what Sofia felt. He would have to use his name more, confusing himself a little with his self-identification as a male, temporarily, though he couldn't help but run his hands down over his body again, feeling the light muscling. It was not honestly as strong of a body as his centaur body, of course, but it was different, offering something else, something different, something that Sofia had never been able to achieve as a centaur.
