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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He seemed to have been staying at the inn for quite some time as a centaur before, for there were items neatly hung up in the wardrobe, even though the wooden hangers were a bit rickety and broken. Everything that Sofia owned appeared to have been treated with great care, which probably shouldn't have surprised Paul as much as it did. Putting on the green and gold-tone top that she was given, she sighed with relief at having her breasts covered again. It meant that she had to balance, of course, to get it over her head, wrangling longer, leaning arms through the sleeves. A belt was easier for her to handle, but her fingers still did not move as she wanted them to, even though she had thought that she was getting better control over her body. With so many moving parts and things that she could do, as a centaur, there was a lot more than Paul was ready for to get to grips with.
Being clothed helped, however, even if Sofia had seen her breasts in the process of getting dressed. (Paul swore that he had leered, but didn't want to think too much about that one, oh no.) At least with something covering her top half, she felt like she was decent, like she could go out in the world again and not have to worry about things like her body. Her back end, her horse half, well...she would worry about that later.
Briefing Sofia for the adventure was easy, for Paul didn't even know what it would entail. It was a basic adventure though, something easy, probably killing gnolls or similar, beasts that were a pest but often got into trouble with treasure, thieving what didn't belong to them. Their penchant for killing those that got in their way, however, made them dangerous, even if Paul was quite sure that either she or Sofia could handle them.
Sofia, however, was keener to get out than ever before, even if he didn't know what lay ahead, meeting up with a team of humans, though one looked like they had elf blood in them. It was not easy for him to move and talk with a new body, though he resolved with himself to acknowledge that it was okay. In a way, he was doing a lot better than Paul had been, skittering and scraping all over the place as she was, though that was to be expected. New-born centaurs could get their horse halves up quickly, but the mothers had to scoop them up to help their human halves be supported, bones and muscles racing to keep up with their rapid young growth. That was one reason why their lifespan was shorter: they matured more quickly in body, rather than in mind, which led to a lot of centaur and human conflicts.
Sofia practically leapt into the adventure, though no one seemed all that keen to get to know him as a person, which was probably okay for the moment, because it was not as if he would be the one out adventuring forever, as much as he liked to. There was still a centaur body for him to go back to and to become female again, as he was supposed to be, even if he was more than up for having as much fun as possible with his new body.
"Keep up, Paul!" The leader shouted as they headed down into a cave system, the green slope of the valley steep, even by his standards. "If you can't maintain a pace, you'll have to take your leave today!"
But Sofia was determined, controlling her legs the best that he could as he charged in, Paul's sword in hand, even though he only had a rudimentary knowledge of how to use and wield a dagger. Like with so much already that day, Sofia reasoned that it could not be that different and charged into the fray with a wobbly battle cry, heart pounding, the first gnoll spotted as they sought to take out the sentry.
Paul, on the other hand, had to get the meeting at the thief's guild over as soon as possible. It was hard enough to walk, let alone make sure that someone else didn't realise that she was not really Sofia. Most gave her a wide berth, which was very helpful when she was doing her best just to keep walking in as straight a line as possible. That was a lot harder than she honestly would have expected, though she got the hang, after a while, of how high to lift her hooves.
The guild was an important building, though she could not understand why Sofia had to be a common thief rather than a thief that was part of an adventure team. Of course, they were just as needed out in the field, like those of the rogue class -- he didn't have to pickpocket. But there was more to that story already than what Paul knew, so she left it well enough alone.
The shift of his chest, however, was something new when she walked, catching her breath, trying to draw her cloak a little tighter around her shoulders, wanting to be modest, to be decent. Everything felt as if it was on show, but the weight of them threw her off too, even though they were a perfectly good size. The outfit, however, had turned out to be a little on the revealing side, slipping down from where she had placed it originally, showing off her cleavage. Paul only drew looks when she fussed and tried to tug it back into place, though eventually had to leave it alone.
She tried a trot, to get there quicker, but that only made it worse, breasts bouncing without any support, startling a cry from her lips. Oh no, oh no -- she couldn't do that! And even her hair bounced into her face while that was something that she had never had to contend with before, trying to move more smoothly and deliberately, though the control of her mare half...oof. That wasn't going well either, even the swing of her tail throwing her off, connected to her front half in more ways than one, everything linked. She'd never appreciated before how big a horse's backside was, though she tried to clamp her tail down over it, even the female sex under it too.
That was something that she had tried to look at on waking, but had been too far back for her to comfortably twist to see, though she didn't want to flash people either as she made her way down the street, cobbles worn flatter and smoother with years of use. The dirt tracks were easier when she turned off the main street, but it was harder to avoid stares and people dragging their gazes at her, over her chest, down her body to her arse, when she was in closer confines with them.
Haughtily, doing her best Sofia impression, she drew herself up tall and studiously ignored them, though she only just about managed to resist the urge to hold her hands over her breasts.
"Hey, honey," a man that she had not taken note of called out, smoking something as he leaned back against the wall. "You should bring those melons over here!"
"Hmph! Pervertidos!"
