"Okay, Saddlers. Let's join the fun." Unlike the Empress, Pril actually remembered the last name of her devoted crew although, to be fair, it was a simple name that suited the horsy siblings. She herself climbed aboard Mina, or rather the serpent-dragon thing that was rooted deep in her pussy. This creature was always up (as it were) for acting the part of a fat, snake-like dick. While independently minded, it shared it's sensations with its host--to the ecstatic delight of all concerned.
They all merrily fucked (and flogged) for about three partner changes, as Latex Girls mark time. It was Tina who first heard--over the din of grunting, slurping and smacking--the sound of hooves coming up the main staircase. And, because she had a pair herself, she was aware that all the other LGs so equipped were already in the room (excepting Blossom, who never strayed far from her herd). As the clomping approached, there were also more sounds from outside: shuffling, loud squishy sex, and a weird squeaking noise. Turning, she half expected to see a purple unicorn with a kazoo.
But what did, after a short pause, throw open the doors and trot in was a centaur--an unusual one (if you grant that some are usual). Topside was a beautiful woman, whose latex skin was a pale honey color, with dark freckles on her face and boobs, and a crown of long red hair which segued into a mane down her spine. Her powerful horsie-half was a complimentary reddish sorrel color and, when the mythic creature flipped her red tail, she revealed her lovely fat mare's vulva. But her undercarriage sported a rampant yard--although this could only be inferred due to a belly-riding Ginnie, who was fully impaled on the assumed appendage.
An enhanced, more curvaceous Jiz sat on her back--that of the centaur, that is--and both had needed to duck to get through the doorway.
Once the centauress and her riders had managed to turn around in the crowded room, Emile followed them in. He also had a horse cock--one that, as requested, telescoped to a compact lump. Theoretically, at least ... it was currently at full staff. There was a slight chance that it would obey its master, but given the fact that Alice and May were alongside massaging the gleaming wet thing, it was too soon to tell.
Trixie was by his side, holding him by his stiff dick. She had to reach up a little to do it, given she was now a three feet tall mouse-girl. She wore a wide, sticky grin, and--given the drizzle of cum leaking from both her ends, and the fragrant blend of sex-juices that still lubed Emile's cock--it was clear to Tina (if not the others) that he had recently worn his furry-fetishist (and squeaky) sister on his shaft. Probably he'd bounced her all the way from the basement lab up the stairs to the throne room doors, before setting her on her feet so they could make a relatively dignified entry.
Molly strolled in last (still wearing VAL on her dildo-dick), and Mistress Lori stared at her for some sort of explanation.
"The centaur thing was Ginnie's idea, really. She joked with Dave that she'd soon be able to fuck a horse, and it would be fun if he had a horse cock. Then I thought of how Arlene is two folks blended into one, and that reminded me about what me and you talked about--like, what if these suits deliver what the wearer wants, not what we want? Dave was keen, so I put him on Midnight's back and just wrapped one piece of latex stuff around both their necks like a shared scarf. And voila!"
Alice rolled her eyes and said, "Before that, I went over to the stable and asked Midnight what he thought about this. He liked the idea too--his last home or, you know, stable was with Dave and Ginnie ... and their aunt and uncle for years before that. So Molly did the deed in the paddock. We were a bit surprised at the result, of course. Anyhow, allow me to introduce Clara!"
"I am most pleased to meet you," the Empress of Twenty Universes (etcetera) formally announced, although Midnight had just recently shared his former identity with her. "By the way, did you know you have a pussy again?"
"Umm, Dave is still in there," Alice reminded. But Clara's look of surprise confirmed Lori's guess that neither of her component ex-humans had noticed this extra bit of genitalia tucked behind her testicles. "You can see a bit of him in her cheekbones, I think, although there are no photos of her to say for sure. She said she'd been considered a bit mannish, back in the day. Musta been on account of her broad shoulders ... there's sure nothing mannish about her. We had no idea how idea how sexy she'd been. Pretty cool, huh?"
Bloody right, thought Aliyah. Although a little unsettled by Alice and her cousin, she was pleased to see Clara again (or at least the top half of her). She--Al--had been 'traveling' with Molly, sharing her thoughts and sensations, all morning. Or, rather, the better part of her spirit had been engaged in this hitchhiking. The rest of her essence remained in charge of her own body, keeping her home base going ... with the help of muscle memory and the general instruction, 'don't do anything I wouldn't do' (which wasn't all that restrictive).
The Empress responded to Alice's comment: "Yes--totally cool! And I did ask you all to surprise us. To the new inductees, she added, "Naturally you're welcome to join us here at the Ranch." She was aware that, while Ginnie and Jiz could easily pass (provided they managed to feed their libidos), Clara's options were somewhat limited. The minions could truck her home but, once there, she'd have to live out of sight... probably in the barn. Whereas, here she could have the run of the place--and, naturally, there'd be a steady supply of fuckage. Lori was keen to get in line for that.
That left her chamberlains, who both had occasional duties in town. She chose not to point out to Emile that he'd have to figure out how to deal with his new cock which, if aroused in public, would struggle horribly with his trousers (although, to her mind, this should produce spectacular results in a kilt). Nor did she bring up his hot-but-mousy sister. With loose trousers and a hoodie she might pass in a mall as a kid wearing costume whiskers... maybe. They could worry about that later.
"Can I show them now?" This was Clara, in a pleading voice--who then giggled and answered her own question. "Sure, Dave. Hey, Charlotte! Can you pass Darlene over?"
Groping hands passed the inflatable 'slutty swim ring' girl above heads until she reached the centaur. Her pleasure at the fondling in transit was offset when she was introduced to Clara and the new Dave ... and realized that her pool-pal had been reconfigured.
Seeing her disappointment, Clara said, "It'll be fine! Watch." With that she settled Darlene's central hole over her head and shoulders. Then, having rotated the girl until their nipples were aligned, she pulled her down over her own freckled jugs to waist height. But, before the pool toy's head was nestled between said tits, everyone (else) could see Clara's belly button changing from an inny to an outy, and continuing to grow until Dave's original cock proudly stood supporting the front of his friend's float ring.
Darlene smiled when she felt the touch of the hot shaft, and gasped when Clara stretched her out and drove her home onto the thing. A cheer went around the room, and Alice actually nodded to Molly, acknowledging this retractable pecker had been her idea ... or rather Al's.
Best idea I've had for ages, decided Aliyah. The idea in question wasn't the trick dick, of course, but rather the whole Latex Club operation. This was actually a bit of an exaggeration--over the years she'd taken her pleasure at Saturnalias, harems, seraglios and Temples of Venus. And when none of the above were to be found, she'd successfully organized her own sex cults and hellfire gatherings.
Much more recently she had established a secretive and shockingly expensive maritime bordello. College girls were contracted as 'Seamen' for the duration of a term or two, and paid most handsomely--on the understanding that they'd be trained as highly skilled courtesans but would remember nothing after they'd returned home (barring their new mastery of the subject). Her rich clients would happily fly out for various island rendezvous. The only flaw (for her) was that it was awkward to transform them into other forms.
It should probably be noted that most of her kind were more diversified in their sports. While they held no allegiance to Lucifer (or anyone else), these desert-spawned beings enjoyed not only fornication but greed, gluttony, wrath, envy, sloth and pride. All in various measure, to be sure--and, although not specifically on the list, the lust for power rated highly. (To keep under the radar, this last was always behind the curtain, Wizard of Oz style).
