The world was dark, warm, and humid. A cloying, clinging, contracting press from all directions as the soft, velveteen walls of the inner sheath enveloped Kaitlin on all sides. Blinking in the darkness, she shifted her arms, limbs wrapped comfortably around her midriff beneath her bust, feeling the gradual build of blood pressure within herself. She could hear the inner workings of her stallion's body somewhere behind her, soft groans of his stomach in the early morning, the pulsing thud of his heart beat in her ears, and far more distantly, the steady rumbling snores he so fervently denied of his deep sleep.
Kaitlin had no way of knowing what time it was, not that it particularly mattered to her anymore. Most nights were hers, the easiest time to do... something, at least somewhat on her own, and this night she'd spent most of it reading, a stack of books and an oil lamp just within her reach off the edge of the fur bedding beyond the confines of her sheath, by eventually she too had slept, Thad's blood her blood, and as his body had slept, so too eventually, had hers.
Scrubbing at her face with open palms to wipe the gathering oils that coated her from her eyes, that faint and distant stir in her base pushed lightly. She could control it to a decent degree at most times, and others, it controlled her. It vaguely reminded her of her own legs, when she'd still had them, of squeezing her thighs together and clenching to push herself out and free, or conversely, spreading her legs to retreat into her fleshy tube. She could feel their shared balls as well, heavy, lolling loosely in their sac as they draped over Thad's inner thigh, and she mentally flexed those too, tightening, like bending her knees, before relaxing again.
Whatever her stallion was dreaming of, must have been good as she felt another warm rush course through her, skin warming, the veins that spiderwebbed across her midriff where woman and cock conjoined thickening, and another small push had the soft folds of sheath peeling back from her face. With a small resigned sigh, Kaitlin reached up, fingers pulling back the edges and tucking the skin under her chin for the moment, looking around the low light of the cabin.
Low embers still burned in the river stone fireplace, and was only just beginning to burn through the heavy oiled paper windows. Blinking away her own sleep, the girl scrubbed her face again, both to clear her vision, and to... encourage Thaddeus... to help push her further, easier if he did it than if she forced herself free. The centaur grumbled something in his sleep, legs stiffening, black hooves straining as he stretched, and a forceful shove sending Kaitlin spilling, half flaccid, half erect, from the tube of flesh, the loose skin still wrapped around what was once her hips.
Taking a deep breath of the cooler, fresher air, Kaitlin stretched her arms again, enjoying the freedom of movement before reaching for the bedside ewer and bowl. Even early into their new life, before acceptance had really set in, Kaitlin had insisted on keeping herself meticulously clean. Not that Thad had been in any way unhygienic, but men, whether human or centaur, were still men, and Kaitlin might be a cock, but she didn't have to stink like one. Pouring the waterinto the bowl with a rag, she gently began to bathe herself, wiping away the natural build up that gathered over night, shivering gently in the cool wake of the cloth over her skin, and fighting the urge to retreat back into the warm den of flesh.
Face, eyes, arms, bust, back, and finally her hair, undoing the neat bun she kept it in at night, dipping the dark strands into the bowl with soap, and cleaning herself, refreshing. It was one of the few rituals she had left of her old life, and one that Thad did not begrudge her. Combing out the raven locks, she sighed with relief, taking the leather strap she used to tie them back into a ponytail for the day as light built slowly outside. She'd only just begun moisturizing herself with a bottle of scented oil, a compound of elder flowers, and honeysuckle when Thad began to stir fully. Her body glistened lightly with the oil, keeping her, their, skin fresh and pliable, and she had already begun work on her sheath, and the heavy balls, pulling one of the darkly skinned orbs, each larger than a cantaloupe, towards her and working in the oil, leaving a slick healthy sheen behind.
"You're lively this morning..." Thaddeus rumbled, torso angling down as he peered at her from between his forelegs, Kaitlin still bending herself down to finish coating the remaining testicle. His head rested on his bicep as he watched her work, multi colored eyes blinking slowly with lingering sleep, enjoying the caress of her hands, the steady kneading, and even the movement of her as she worked shared muscles.
"Someone woke me up," she fired back with a small snort, letting the last ball drop against his thigh, her morning chore complete. "Hopefully not with dreams of anyone I know~" a coy smirk curled her lips as she straightened herself out to lay along his barrel, arms folding under her chin and gazing up at him.
"Mmm... you might... dark hair... pale skin... kind of a dick though~" his own features split in a playful grin, eyes twinkling with early morning mischief as Kaitlin scoffed and struck his ribs with an impotent fist, not hard enough to cause either of them undue discomfort but... she couldn't simply let a comment like that slide after all.
"Yeah yeah," she harrumphed as Thad stretched again, she could feel him preparing to rise from the bed, muscles around her moving, flexing. Swinging to one side she avoided being pressed under his stomach as the stallion got his hooves under him, fore-end rising before his rear followed, and Kaitlin swayed beneath inches from the ground but by now, knowing she wouldn't, couldn't fall.
This part of their morning was still less than pleasant but the hag's curse was still just that... a curse, no matter how good they tried to make it. Kaitlin had at least accepted it now as Thaddeus plodded his way out of the cabin, morning air sending goosebumps over them both as he made his way to the usual corner of the cabin. Kaitlin could feel the pressure deep within, the bladder something akin to her own, except now... rather than squatting herself, Thad's legs splayed slightly, and Kaitlin aimed herself down.
Bracing with one hand over her head against his side, the other held her hair back, lips making a small 'oh' as the hot, acrid rush rose, or dropped really, through her belly, then throat, then mouth... faintly yellow, Thad did his best to stay hydrated and limit the tepid sting, but only so much could be done as the deluge poured through her. Careful to keep it from gushing into her sinuses, Kaitlin's eyes pressed shut. It was almost like vomiting, save there was no convulsions, no heaving chunks, the liquidb simply flowed, hot and sour, until at last... they had drained every drop.
"Ack... ptewh..." she grunted softly, gathering the pre in her mouth like saliva and spitting to clear her tongue. Already Thad was sidling over to the half barrel of rain water, Kaitlin scooping double handfuls into her mouth, swishing, and spitting again until the acrid taste was gone.
"Well then," she huffed and pattedhis barrel above her, mouth refreshed, and both of them relieved, "I think I'm ready for some breakfast." Thaddeus chuckled his agreement, the two of them making their way back into the cabin with Kaitlin dangling beneath, limp now, but content to be out in the open and spending time with her mate as he took care of himself, and her.
Kaitlin had no way of knowing what time it was, not that it particularly mattered to her anymore. Most nights were hers, the easiest time to do... something, at least somewhat on her own, and this night she'd spent most of it reading, a stack of books and an oil lamp just within her reach off the edge of the fur bedding beyond the confines of her sheath, by eventually she too had slept, Thad's blood her blood, and as his body had slept, so too eventually, had hers.
Scrubbing at her face with open palms to wipe the gathering oils that coated her from her eyes, that faint and distant stir in her base pushed lightly. She could control it to a decent degree at most times, and others, it controlled her. It vaguely reminded her of her own legs, when she'd still had them, of squeezing her thighs together and clenching to push herself out and free, or conversely, spreading her legs to retreat into her fleshy tube. She could feel their shared balls as well, heavy, lolling loosely in their sac as they draped over Thad's inner thigh, and she mentally flexed those too, tightening, like bending her knees, before relaxing again.
Whatever her stallion was dreaming of, must have been good as she felt another warm rush course through her, skin warming, the veins that spiderwebbed across her midriff where woman and cock conjoined thickening, and another small push had the soft folds of sheath peeling back from her face. With a small resigned sigh, Kaitlin reached up, fingers pulling back the edges and tucking the skin under her chin for the moment, looking around the low light of the cabin.
Low embers still burned in the river stone fireplace, and was only just beginning to burn through the heavy oiled paper windows. Blinking away her own sleep, the girl scrubbed her face again, both to clear her vision, and to... encourage Thaddeus... to help push her further, easier if he did it than if she forced herself free. The centaur grumbled something in his sleep, legs stiffening, black hooves straining as he stretched, and a forceful shove sending Kaitlin spilling, half flaccid, half erect, from the tube of flesh, the loose skin still wrapped around what was once her hips.
Taking a deep breath of the cooler, fresher air, Kaitlin stretched her arms again, enjoying the freedom of movement before reaching for the bedside ewer and bowl. Even early into their new life, before acceptance had really set in, Kaitlin had insisted on keeping herself meticulously clean. Not that Thad had been in any way unhygienic, but men, whether human or centaur, were still men, and Kaitlin might be a cock, but she didn't have to stink like one. Pouring the waterinto the bowl with a rag, she gently began to bathe herself, wiping away the natural build up that gathered over night, shivering gently in the cool wake of the cloth over her skin, and fighting the urge to retreat back into the warm den of flesh.
Face, eyes, arms, bust, back, and finally her hair, undoing the neat bun she kept it in at night, dipping the dark strands into the bowl with soap, and cleaning herself, refreshing. It was one of the few rituals she had left of her old life, and one that Thad did not begrudge her. Combing out the raven locks, she sighed with relief, taking the leather strap she used to tie them back into a ponytail for the day as light built slowly outside. She'd only just begun moisturizing herself with a bottle of scented oil, a compound of elder flowers, and honeysuckle when Thad began to stir fully. Her body glistened lightly with the oil, keeping her, their, skin fresh and pliable, and she had already begun work on her sheath, and the heavy balls, pulling one of the darkly skinned orbs, each larger than a cantaloupe, towards her and working in the oil, leaving a slick healthy sheen behind.
"You're lively this morning..." Thaddeus rumbled, torso angling down as he peered at her from between his forelegs, Kaitlin still bending herself down to finish coating the remaining testicle. His head rested on his bicep as he watched her work, multi colored eyes blinking slowly with lingering sleep, enjoying the caress of her hands, the steady kneading, and even the movement of her as she worked shared muscles.
"Someone woke me up," she fired back with a small snort, letting the last ball drop against his thigh, her morning chore complete. "Hopefully not with dreams of anyone I know~" a coy smirk curled her lips as she straightened herself out to lay along his barrel, arms folding under her chin and gazing up at him.
"Mmm... you might... dark hair... pale skin... kind of a dick though~" his own features split in a playful grin, eyes twinkling with early morning mischief as Kaitlin scoffed and struck his ribs with an impotent fist, not hard enough to cause either of them undue discomfort but... she couldn't simply let a comment like that slide after all.
"Yeah yeah," she harrumphed as Thad stretched again, she could feel him preparing to rise from the bed, muscles around her moving, flexing. Swinging to one side she avoided being pressed under his stomach as the stallion got his hooves under him, fore-end rising before his rear followed, and Kaitlin swayed beneath inches from the ground but by now, knowing she wouldn't, couldn't fall.
This part of their morning was still less than pleasant but the hag's curse was still just that... a curse, no matter how good they tried to make it. Kaitlin had at least accepted it now as Thaddeus plodded his way out of the cabin, morning air sending goosebumps over them both as he made his way to the usual corner of the cabin. Kaitlin could feel the pressure deep within, the bladder something akin to her own, except now... rather than squatting herself, Thad's legs splayed slightly, and Kaitlin aimed herself down.
Bracing with one hand over her head against his side, the other held her hair back, lips making a small 'oh' as the hot, acrid rush rose, or dropped really, through her belly, then throat, then mouth... faintly yellow, Thad did his best to stay hydrated and limit the tepid sting, but only so much could be done as the deluge poured through her. Careful to keep it from gushing into her sinuses, Kaitlin's eyes pressed shut. It was almost like vomiting, save there was no convulsions, no heaving chunks, the liquidb simply flowed, hot and sour, until at last... they had drained every drop.
"Ack... ptewh..." she grunted softly, gathering the pre in her mouth like saliva and spitting to clear her tongue. Already Thad was sidling over to the half barrel of rain water, Kaitlin scooping double handfuls into her mouth, swishing, and spitting again until the acrid taste was gone.
"Well then," she huffed and pattedhis barrel above her, mouth refreshed, and both of them relieved, "I think I'm ready for some breakfast." Thaddeus chuckled his agreement, the two of them making their way back into the cabin with Kaitlin dangling beneath, limp now, but content to be out in the open and spending time with her mate as he took care of himself, and her.
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