Beth thought about it. Going outside was so tempting. She had this nervous energy. She wanted to stretch her four legs. It would be an easy way to find out if other people were turning into centaur or other things.
Her eyes fell on the magazine. A male centaur was standing with his back to the camera showing off his flowing tail, his huge balls, the camera set close to his cock to make his already enormous stallion dick look even bigger. His thick cock is so long it literally almost touches the ground as he's standing there. As Beth looked at it her left hand came up to her breast. She turned the page.
There was a section for advice for centaur girls, but it was all about the current trends in make up and a tiny bit about dating advice like how to be approachable. There was nothing about what to do if you used to be a human and suddenly turned into a centaur. Somehow Beth was actually surprised and a little disappointed.
The next pictorial showed a centaur and centauress making out, then going to a nice bedroom and having sex in various positions. The male has a nice chest, is good looking, and is ridiculously well hung. The female has just the biggest tits ever. She looks like a live action version of the way centaur girls are often portrayed in culture. She bore her twin burdens with ease, but as she stood on all fours her enormous breasts rested on her belly, just above the join between her horse and human parts. They stuck out way in front of her.
There is a shot of the centaur resting his penis on her rear end, his balls by her tail, and the tip of her cock resting on her back. Then in the next shot it's in her, illustrating how deeply it must be. It shows them with a look of bliss on their faces. The girl is kind of squinting and biting her lip. His hands are on her nipples, pulling her massive tits up and towards her body.
The magazine shows them fucking face to face like humans, their legs tangled, staring into each other's eyes. It shows them having sex lying on their sides on a bed. Beth realizes she's been almost subconsciously teasing her nipple and rubbing her thighs together this whole time. She shifts to get her legs under her and looks back. It's still shocking to see a horse where her butt should be. She reaches back across it, towards her tail. "Am I really going to touch a horse pussy?" she thinks. But it's not a horse's, its hers. It would be weird not too, right.
Her hands run across the patch of fur on her butt above her tail and her tail flicks up higher, and there's a corresponding twinge in her vagina. It would feel so good to be mounted . . . her hand moves on. Her questing fingers find her slit. It's soft, sensitive. It feels quite nice to touch and even better to be touched. Just as she was a afraid it feels a little leathery! It is a horse cunt after all it needs to stand up to the thrusting of an enormous dick sliding in and out of it, over and over again, rapidly and eagerly, until finally it - she tries to break away from this train of thought. She pushes and her pussy seems impossibly tight, strong muscles are holding it closed, but as her fantasy warms her up her pussy opens right up until all resistance is gone, it feels like she could easily slide her whole hand in there. As she gets more worked up her tail flips up out of the way. She pets her tail in disbelief, and that feels kind of nice too. Her pussy is so wet she can feel her own juices drying on her lips as her two fingers slip in and out. Her thighs tremble. She's filled with a nearly overwhelming desire to come.
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