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I know this is all going to sound really strange, even unbelievable... it does even to me, but it's all true. I swear. The first sign that something was not right was the noise outside of my hotel room on that morning. The conference had taken a lot out of me, what with the non-stop seminars late into the night and the early morning meet-the-presenters sessions. It was the first morning I had a chance to actually sleep and someone was out in the hallway making a God-awful racket, banging their door. I stormed across the room and thrust my head into the hall, intent on giving whoever was clattering around an earful. In the hall was a woman about my age, dressed in a large man's T-shirt and not much else. I had seen her around the conference, talking with a couple of the guys who had presented during the seminars without thinking much of her - she was a little plain and a little too overweight to bear a second thought. As I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was doing she glared up at me with panicked, scared eyes, like she expected me to be some kind of monster. "Go away!" she shouted, and startled, I nearly ducked back inside my room, but I was too tired and too short on temper. "They could get here any minute!" "What the bloody-fuck are you pounding around out here at six in the morning?!" I shouted. "You're waking up the whole floor!" "I couldn't work the-" she motioned to the door, "mechanism! Now get away from me!" "The doorknob?" I shook my head. "Just, keep it down!" She looked relieved as I went to close the door, but then suddenly made a grasp to keep me in the hall. "Wait! Wait!" I stopped. "What?" "Are there any animals around here? The more helpless the better." I furrowed my brow. "Huhn? You're looking for helpless animals?" "I-" she grabbed the door and pushed me inside the room. "Okay..." I had heard about some of these conference trysts, but they never, ever happened to me. "I don't know how things work in this... place," she said. "But -" her voice became hushed. "I'm with the Resistance." "Huhn?" "Against the Grand Archmage?" "Grand what?" "Archmage. I know it sounds redundant. He adopted the Grand to distinguish himself from the four other Archmagi after the fifth schism and- Father's Ghost. I have come a long way," she muttered. "You haven't heard of the Dominated Worlds? The War of a Billion Stars?" "Lady, what exactly were you doing last night?" "That was going to save me a lot of explaining. You heard of the Multiverse?" "Like parallel dimensions and stuff?" "Great." She sat down on the edge of the hotel room bed. "A sliver of civilization. Yes. Look, if there are an infinite number of parallel worlds with an infinite number of versions of you then somewhere out there there's a subset of versions of you that can travel to other worlds and there's a subset of that subset that has access to the resources needed to conquer other worlds. Unfortunately those versions are going to start bumping into versions of other people doing the same thing." I blinked. "No, seriously, what were you doing last night?" "Fine. Look, all you really need to know is that I'm from a corner of the Multiverse where conquerors have been fighting between worlds for generations. Recently a warlord has gained the upper hand over some of the others and world after world has fallen to him. I'm part of those fighting back." At this point I couldn't tell if this woman was just putting me on or if she actually believed the craziness coming out of her mouth. I decided that regardless it might be best to humour her and slowly try to get her out of my room and into the hallway. Unfortunately for me this was only the start of the insanity. "And you're here because..." "Because I suck at fighting! I failed and I fled to this world by forcing my mind into this body and as soon as the Grand Warlord figures out where I am - which won't take long by the way - he's going to send one of his agents into the body of whoever's nearby." "Oh," I muttered. "Hence the animals." "And if that body is a helpless quireling then..." "Yeah, okay. Um, well I think there might be a - what was it? - quireling farm around here somewhere. Maybe a few blocks down." "Are you having fun with me? From your tone I believe you're having fun with me. This is serious business. I had to completely displace the consciousness in this body. It's gone. Flung off into the depths of the Multiverse into the first body it plows into and then that one gets flung off... You have billiards in this world?" I tried to motion her towards the door. "We usually call it pool." "Well shooting for a body in a general area is easy. You might even be able to use the direction to guess where that body's original consciousness might end up. But after that it's complete chaos. Minds skipping around the Multiverse until one of them skips clear into the Great Oblivion. And guess what... that's going to be you if you don't give me somewhere better to go." I frowned. It sounded impressive all right and if I could get her out of my room just by finding her some petshop nearby, I might as well spend a couple of seconds on Google. Grabbing my phone off the night stand I flicked around the interface for a moment. "My name's Greg, by the way," I began. "Do you have the interne-" My voice fell off as the feeling of an extreme head rush hit me. I slammed my eyes shut and put my hand on the table, before having to sit down on the bed as the vertigo increased. "Hey?" the woman stood up quickly. "Hey! Oh! No way they found me this fast!" As I opened my eyes to look at her, the edges of my vision darkened. My limbs started going numb, first my fingertips and toes, moving all the way up into my stomach. My hearing dulled and then the world went black as the strange sensation of falling away from my own body caused me to try to flail out mentally with appendages I no longer had. Then, just as quickly as it started the sensation stopped with a jolt. The blackness started to lighten to a bright grey blur, quickly sharpening into what appeared to be a large mouth full of sharp teeth. As the sensation came back to my limbs I found myself looking at the mouth over a slender hand that was clutching a wooden bow of some kind. It was my hand! "Shoot it, Cynthia!" The feeling returned to the rest of my body and I felt really, really weird. My other hand was placed behind my head, pulling back the bowstring. The thin forearm it was attached to was pressing into a soft, pillowy mass that was attached to my chest. The mouth before me growled, spraying saliva over the smooth, nubile skin surrounding me. "Cynthia?" An arrow fell out of my hand as I looked down in shock at the large breasts swaying gently on my chest, poking playfully out of the thin plaid shirt that hugged them, outlining their supple curves and straining at it buttons. The bowstring released, snapping into the nipple of the right breast. The dull pain through the fading numbness confirmed what my panicking brain had suspected. They were MY breasts! MY BREASTS! "OH MY GAAAAAAWWWWWDDDD!" I heard a female voice shriek as the returning sensation made me aware that my mouth was hanging open. The creature before me stopped its snarling, seeming confused as I grabbed at the soft flesh on my chest, the nipple swelling up from the snap of the bowstring. Its mouth slammed shut, revealing a pair of tiny eyes beneath a slumping green brow. Nostrils flared on its bulbous nose. Fat squeezed out around my slender, feminine fingers. I might have paused for a moment on the philosophical ramifications of the woman in my hotel room having been right about there being other dimensions out there, but my brain was occupied with the ramifications of being shoved into a body with volleyball-sized boobs. The creature reared its head up on a long serpentine neck, drool dripping from short serrated teeth. "Boobs! BOOOOOOOBS!!" I wailed with my new silky voice. A second large form burst into my field of vision, colliding with the creature. The neck whipped through the air. A piece of metal glitter and a spray of greasy green blood squirted from the creature. The neck separated from the stout canine body and the head fell into the bushland around me. The figure that had decapitated the monster rose up to full height and hoisted a huge axe onto its shoulder. Seized by a sudden thought craned my neck trying to see over my huge breasts. I ran a dainty hand over a lean, supple belly, quivering as it ran over the first curve of a woman's hip and then... Over a glossy patch of roan coat. Coat? "What wrong with hoof-girl?" the large figure turned toward me, revealing a square, muscular jaw under what looked like a hog's snout. Hoof-girl? HOOF-GIRL?!! "I don't know," a second voice said to my right. "She just sort of-" I turned at the waist, looking to where a smooth little butt should have been... but instead... My mind blanked and then... "HOLY FUCK!!!" A massive brown rump pushed out behind me nearly two whole meters, with a rounded end capped with a tail of thick black hair. The tail twitched once as if mocking me with its presence and the last of the numbness dissipated. I could feel - Feel! - the huge posterior and the four legs that I could just barely see beneath it. It felt like I was standing on my toes with the tips of my feet shoved in some hard shoes. I would have liked to believe that was the case, but there was no mistaking that I had four long, knobby legs and at the end of each one was a black hoof. My trembling eyes ran from my slender hands holding up the large soft breasts with their fat slipping out around the edges of my fingers, down my supple waist and on to the big rump, the tail flopping back and forth. "Cynthia," the voice to my right tried to intervene in my rapidly deteriorating sanity. "Are you-" "I HAVE A HORSE'S ASS!!" I screamed. My brain, overcome by the sensation of having an extra pair of legs and another few hundred pounds of posterior lost all sense of balance and the legs each quaked, two of them trying to regain their footing by going in opposite directions. I released the breasts to put my arms out for balance. The weight of them bouncing around on my chest immediately unbalanced me and I staggered into a nearby tree, feeling the horrific feeling of the second set of ribs in my new flanks pressing into the bark. Scads of thick hair, the same colour and sheen as the tail fell over my face and my expansive cleavage. I wailed as I pulled the hair way from the jiggling flesh with its sensitive nipples and areolas. The large figure that had decapitated the strange creature glared at me, it's wide jaw with its under bite and exposed bottom teeth gritting angrily and snorting. "Help me!" I begged with my smooth, almost husky, feminine voice. "I'm a girl!" I looked at the enormous rump with its hooved legs and annoyingly perky tail that I could feel twitching. "I'm a horse! ... I'm a hurl!" That didn't sound right. "I'm a gurse!" Something from my teenage years of reading fantasy stories clicked into place and I realized the awful truth. "Oh..." I whispered. "I'm a centaur. I'm a centaur girl." How was this possible? Amid the panic of realizing what body I was now inhabiting I remembered what the girl in my hotel room had said. Had someone just body-jacked me? Pushing me out into an alternate dimension and into this strange form? I cupped my left breast in my right hand, using the left to brush the thick dark hair out of my face and leaning on the tree to help balance on my uncoordinated legs. "WWAHHHHHH! I'M A CENTAUR GIRL!" "You not funny, hoof-girl" the large figure muttered. "What's wrong, big boobs?" A pair of small shapes flitted over my shoulder, each landing, to my utter horror on the exposed skin of one of my breasts. A pair of tiny people with dragonfly-like wings, insect antennae jutting out of their foreheads stood on my huge boobs, their booted feet making tiny indentations in the soft flesh. One looked up at me with its compound eyes. "EEEEEEK! Get the hell off me!" I shrieked, more shrilly than I thought possible, flailing my girly arms at the insect-like shapes. They flew out my reach and I succeeded only in smacking my breast where the bowstring had hit it. I winced, slammed my eyes shut and cupped my hands over my boobs, trying to hide the bulges created by the nipples in the thin material of the plaid chirt. "Cynthia! That's enough!" a pair of rough hands grabbed me by my thin arms and shook me. I opened my eyes to a pair of cat-like eyes blinking before me. An almost featureless reptilian face with sandy scales furrowed with worry as I was forced to reposition one of my front hoofed feet to re-balance myself. "You could have hurt the twins," the lizard-person said with a female tone. Staring at the soft breasts I whimpered. "You call them the twins?" The furrowing deepened. "I mean Pixx and Paxx. The last thing we need is to have our scouts out of commission. What's wrong with you?" "I've never seen a filly so pre-occupied with her boobs before." One of the girls with dragonfly wings hovered over the shoulder of the reptilian. "What? What did you call me?" I sniffed as tears of panic and outrage began to form in the corners of my eyes. "A filly? A young female centaur?" the second insect-like person joined the first. "Don't call me that!" I barked, my front hoof stomping instinctively and black hair falling back over my eye. "I'm not a filly! My name's not Cynthia! I'm not..." I looked down at the torso of a centrefold melding into the body of a horse. "This isn't me!" "You still not funny," the large bulky hog-faced creature said from its place, leaning against a tree. "Yeah, filly," one of the hovering girls agreed. "If this is your idea of comedy, maybe you should just stick to archery." I glared from under my thick dark hair at the two of them. The reptilian woman released me and turned back towards the others. I readjusting my humiliatingly big rump against the tree and tried to get all four legs working together. "Maybe... Something like this might have happened to the others," she said. "Morol, didn't you mention that some of them didn't know things about their lives? Like they were really someone else." "Yes," Hog-face grumbled. "First men-orcs act strange. Some women too. Then many disappear." "A lot of the other sprites would go missing at night," an insect girl piped up. "When we asked them why they wouldn't say." "Finally, they just never came back one morning," the other said. "One of my friends missed his Rite-day," the reptilian mused. "I asked him about it and he was evasive. In fact, most of the men grew very evasive. One or two of the women as well. Why the men?' "Men strong," Morol offered. "Yes. I suppose. Are they trying to gather some kind of army?" "Or build something!" One of the sprites said. Morol sighed. "Sorcerer know." The reptilian sighed through her nose, little more than two slits below a small ridge on her face. "Yes. No sense in dwelling on the reason now. But one question remains." She pulled a sword from the belt around her almost non-existent waist and, in a flash, had pressed the tip of the blade into the nubile, slightly tanned skin of my shoulder. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Cynthia?" The reptilian woman retrieved the fallen bow I had been holding and removed the string. Despite my begging her not to she pried my hands off my breasts and bound them behind my back with it. I stood there on my four hooved legs, boobs thrust awkwardly outward as I tried to explain what had happened in my hotel room, that I wasn't either a girl or a centaur. "Wait," one of the sprite twins interrupted, "You were male before? And you got stuck in the body of big boobs here?" She looked at her sister and they burst into laughter. "That's hilarious!" I grumbled quietly as I tried to adjust my feet, tits jostling around as I did. "The real Cynthia could be off in another world somewhere?" the reptilian muttered. "Poor filly. She was a little annoying at times, but-" "I hope she got stuck in a slimefish!" one of the sprites said. "She called us sadistic." "She right," Morol said. "Please," I begged. "Untie me! I can't stand having these things bouncing around!" The reptilian glanced over at Morol who shook her head. "Until we are certain you pose no threat, I think it's better you remain like that," the reptilian said. I whimpered, staring at the nipple bulges jutting from my round, fatty chest. "Then can you find me a -" I gulped, "- bra, or something to hold these things up with?" "What's a bra?" one of the sprites chirped. "Yeah, now she's making up words. Filly's gone nuts." "I'm not a she!" I shouted. "Shut up, filly-girl!" she shot back. "How can I be any threat?" I whined. "I can't even walk in this stupid body!" "Wait... that means you aren't even really a centaur?" the other sprite burst into laughter and her sister instantly joined in. "I'm going to pee!" "Pixx, Paxx," the reptilian said. "Will you find her something to cover up with?" "Ah, you're funny too Scynga. You all think just because we can fly it doesn't take any effort. We're in the middle of nowhere." "We're gonna be lucky to get to the dwarf village by nightfall. Especially with filly-boobs holding us up. Let her walk naked!" Scynga furrowed her brow and licked one of her fangs with a forked tongue. "I don't wanna have tits!" I sobbed staring around my huge boobs at the weird knobby legs with their black hooves. "I don't wanna be a filly!" "We gag her too?" Morol grumbled. I tried slouching over to keep the breasts from jiggling, but having my hands bound behind my back made it completely impossible. The alien feeling of the two sensitive nipples dancing around on my chest made me bite my lip in an attempt to keep tears from flowing down my cheeks and falling all over them. Beyond the softness of my girl's belly, the muscular breast of a horse's front briefly introduced the question of whether it was worse to have the torso of a different sex or the hindquarters of another species, before a much worse question came to the front. What exactly was going on underneath my new tail? "WAAAAAHHHH!!!" I screamed at the feeling of emptiness as my rear legs shuffled involuntarily. "I have girl paaaarrrts! In my horse parts!" "She keeps using that word," Scynga muttered when I had to pause to breathe. "What's a horse?" "You know, like from fairy-tales," one of the sprites offered. "With the butt of a hippogriff and a hippocamp front." "Then... isn't that a hippo?" the other replied. "We go now," Morol turned and walked off towards the edge of the thicket impatiently. "Let's go." Scynga prodded my rump. "We'll take you to the Sorceror with us. If anyone can get you back into your body, it's him." "I can't walk!" I shouted, helpless to keep my boobs from bouncing around. "Get moving, filly tits!" One of the sprites dove into my rear and started pushing against it with the sound of fluttering insect wings. I tried to take a step with one of the rear legs as the tail swished, trying to swat her. Instead of the meagre step I meant to take the hooved foot slammed into the tree trunk, taking a good chunk of the bark out with it. I managed to slowly lower the knobby leg as the sprite flitted around with an insulted look on her face. At least I knew that I could move the legs voluntarily. My boobs jiggled sensually to the point where I had to close my eyes as I regained the balance of my huge rump. "Are you trying to kill me, big boobs?" the sprite harrumphed. "I can't walk!" I shrieked. "She might be yelling to call some of her body-stealing friends," the other sprite whispered to Scynga, a sly grin spreading across her tiny face. I let out a feminine gasp as Scynga's scaly face furrowed with concern. "Mmmmmm!" I groaned against the discomfort of the rope tugging on my slip of a waist. I bit down on the gag Scynga had wrapped in my mouth and staggered forward a step, unable to get my new legs to move voluntarily, unable to free my hands to keep my huge soft breasts in check or keep the thick black hair out of my eyes. The sprites darted around my face, pulling the strands back around ears and pinning them in place with a row of flowers, laughing as I sobbed against the gag. My concentration lapsed and I felt the rope pull tight and I stumbled. Walking required every bit of my concentration. Just moving the rear legs reminded me of trying to make that Spock gesture with my hand for the first time, knowing it was possible, but trying took way more exertion than it should. Then there was getting them all to work in order. But at least all the mental effort was distracting me from the bouncing flesh on my chest, or it did until the sprites decided to perch on them, tucking their legs under the hem of the shirt, and tittering as they tried to remain there as my chest undulated. "Hyah!" one of them hollered. "Get moving, filly-boobs!" "Bluh, I'm gonna throw up!" the other moaned. "Really?" "Yeah!" "... Neat! Faster! Faster! Hi ho boobies! Away!" I was about to wonder how a creature from another world could know a Lone Ranger reference when the sprite dug her heels into the soft flesh of my areola. "Mmmmmmmphf!" I bit down on the gag as a jolt went through my sensitive girlish torso. Completely humiliated to the point my cheek felt like they were on fire I stumbled my way along through the bushland behind the large form of Morol, tugging the rope. My huge rump swaying and my big boobs bouncing with each step. Tears rolled down my face, dripping over my new body. I tried to fix my gaze on a chain of hills in the distance. Over top of them in the sky hung a huge full moon with what looked like a smaller moon orbiting around it. I was on an alien planet surrounded by alien creatures and... My front left foot collided with a root and I stumbled. I barely felt the impact on my... hoof, but my breasts heaved upward with the pair of sprites screaming as they were tossed above my head. "Mmmphf!" I sobbed as I waited for the jiggling to stop. "Hey, where are you going?" I heard one of the sprites ask. "BARF!" "Pixx!" Scynga barked from a few steps ahead of Morol. "Leave the poor filly alone!" I glared down at where my curvy human hips melded into the shiny coat of my horse half and beyond that to the place my genitals should have been, a final volley of tears fell from my eyes as I felt the tail swish over the back of my knobby hind legs and horse butt. ... I was in a completely alien body. The last of the dreamlike quality that had tinged my experience as a (gulp) filly so far evaporated as the rope became taut once again and I was forced to walk forward. After what felt like three or four hours (how long was a day on this world?) the awkwardness of walking with four legs and hooves began to disappear. In much the same way that the numbness had slowly vanished after my mind first hit this ridiculous body I was able to let the legs operate independently and merely concentrate on the order the hooves hit the dirt and then after another two hours even that faded into the background. However, the awkwardness of the soft bosom swinging gently in front of me was still painfully present. At least the sprites finally stopped playing on them. Our small band came upon a thin road made of what I thought at first were circular stones, but as I stared over my boobs at them I thought they looked more like a series of over-sized clamshells. The road snaked its way from the brushland where we stood up towards the foothills of the mountains in the distance. Scynga stood on the road and pointed up toward them with her sword. "We should reach the dwarf village just after nightfall," she said. "But we need to determine if the same odd behaviours we've all seen are happening there as well. To make sure we're not walking into a trap." "Wait for it." One of the sprites hovered nearby. "Pixx, Paxx, you can move fastest and you're less likely to be seen." "Ding. Ding. Winner." "Give all the work to the little people," the other complained. "Just fly ahead and keep an eye out. Meet us up the road just before nightfall and tell us what you find." "Ugh, fine. It'll be nice to get away from filly-boobs' moaning." The sprites spiralled off up the road, racing each other. "Mmmmphf!" I tried to call, but the gag prevented it. "And find Cynthia a new shirt!" Scynga yelled. I stared down at the soft jiggling flesh lifting up and down as I breathed and the sensitive, protruding nipples that were dancing in the cool air. My rear legs shuffled almost on their own and I grit my teeth against the gag, trying to ignore the bouncing of my chest, the swaying of my huge rump and the twitching of my tail. The rope around my thin waist pulled tight again as the hog-woman pulled me onto the stone road. My hoof hit the stone. *Clop* "Mmmmmmphf!" I wailed at the sound, but it did nothing to slow my captors. *Clip-clop. Clippa-clop.* Along with that I could practically hear the cartoon-like sound effects of my jiggling boobs. *Ba-boing. Ba-boing * The clacking of my hooves on the stone drove a shudder through my spine which caused a small stiffening of my nipples. I managed to stifle a blush as my thick hair came loose from the flowers the sprites had pinned it up in and brushed softly over my girlish shoulders. After another hour of clopping along the road and the grass alongside the path had thinned out, giving way to rocky muskeg with large rocks becoming boulders and then finally mountainous crags as the shell/stone road wound its way between them. The sound of rushing water reached my ears and after a short distance I could smell a river flowing next to the path. It was around this time, as the climb became a little more effort, that I made another discovery about my cursed centaur body. The reason my feminine waist could be so thin was that all of my internal organs were in my horse half. I could feel a heart throbbing where my butt would have been if I were still human, and above that a pair of lungs pulled air all the way from my soft, plush lips. I bit down on the rope gag, now accustomed to the sensation of freaking out because of my equine body. I glanced around nervously as the path became rockier, wondering how I could keep my balance with four hooves instead of two human feet. And the large, soft breasts bouncing awkwardly on my chest and the thick black hair falling over my face weren't helping matters. The bright sun slid behind the mountain peaks as we continued to walk, passing over stone bridges constructed overtop of the wide, slow moving river twice. My hooves clopped against the intricate white stone of the stalwart structure, complete with engravings on the support beams of equally stalwart faces. A large brazier filled with some kind of black, bubbling mass I couldn't identify was fixed in the hands of each one. By the time we reached a third bridge the ooze bubbling up through the stone was on fire in the braziers, lighting up the continually darkening evening. Several minutes after we passed over this last bridge my captors halted and pulled me toward a small stand of trees where we stood, Scynga leaning against one of the trees, sharpening her sword and Morol tying my rope to one of them and then wandering deeper into the trees. I stood there, arms still tied behind my back and my boobs stuck out in front of me. I tried working the rope that bound my wrists. My boobs wobbled and jiggled as I moved, immediately giving away what I was doing to Scynga who furrowed her almost non-existent brow and tugged on the rope that bound me to the tree. I grimaced. These breasts were the worst! "If the situation is normal at the Dwarf village we will leave you with them," she muttered while scraping a stone along her blade. "We will ask the Sorceror if he is able to aid with your... situation.' I grumbled and tested my control over each of my legs once again. They each responded in the way I wanted... more or less. If I concentrated I could even move the thick black tail. This centaur girl body was fully mine now, as disturbing as that was. If I got the opportunity I could try to run from my captors. Even if I wasn't fully coordinated my horse half was likely fast enough to outrun Scynga and Morol and even if the two sprites returned they would never be strong enough to stop me. All I needed was the right opportunity. Morol returned moments later and sat on a log, removing the wraps from around her two thick toes with large blunt nails and rubbed the soles. I was struck by a gruesome thought: How was I supposed to go to the bathroom in a body like this? I groaned into the rope gag. As the night fell, in the light from the braziers on the bridge I could see that the strokes the lizard woman was making with the stone against her sword were getting slower in the colder air. As the chill deepened she seemed to take more frequent pauses, starting to slow her down. A yawn from the direction of the orc woman indicated she was starting to get sleepy. I began to work on the rope once more, ignoring what the cold was doing to my female nipples while trying to keep the jiggling to a minimum, something which was extremely difficult. Voices from nearby caused me to start, my boobs giving a nervous little bounce as my horse legs shuffled. "That was definitely not a shirt!" "All big people clothes look the same up close!" "It was the stains that were the most disturbing." "Getting chased out of there with a broom was a close second." Two small shapes flitted out onto the road, dragonfly wings thrumming in the cold air, as I squinted the tiny faces of Pixx and Paxx the sprites became visible, between them was hung a piece of cloth. My thick, dark hair brushed over my shoulders as I mentally sighed in relief, desperate for something to at least fully cover up the jiggling fat of my bosom. "You know what I wish I had?" The voice let out a gasp as the two of them spotted me, tied to the tree. One let go of the cloth and zipped over to where I stood, running headlong into my chest, hugging her arms around the left breast, her head nuzzling into my sensitive nipple. "Mmmmmmph!" I wailed silently. "Hello, booby! This is so warm. I'm totally sleeping here." I shook my female torso, boobs flying. The sprite howled as she was dislodged, falling to the ground. My chest jiggled, finally becoming still as Scynga slowly rose. "Why... were... you... so long?" she slurred. "Dwarves," the one still holding the article of clothing grunted, "don't take kindly to sprites stealing their shirts." "Yeah!" the other piped in. "If ornery is normal for dwarves then these ones are normal as all get-out." "We didn't overhear any of them say anything weird was going on. None of them snuck off like the male sprites." "Then we go," Morol grunted and began working on the knot that bound my waist to the tree. "Mmmmmm!" "Put... the shirt... on," Scynga managed. "Shut... her up. I... need some... warmth." Before any of them could coordinate what they were doing one of the sprites was pulling on the knot that bound my wrists behind my back. By sheer coincidence Morol unlooped the rope from around the tree at the same instant the sprite loosened the knot enough to allow my slender feminine wrists to slip through. I saw my chance. Pushing with my front legs, I reared up, forcing the orc back with a violent kick of my blunt hooves. She staggered, tripping over a tree root. One hand went to my mouth, pulling at the cursed gag while the other clamped instinctively over my breasts, the soft flesh spilling over my forearm. I let out a yell that sounded way too much like a whinny and then started to move my knobby, but powerful horse legs. The soft flesh of my large breasts surged in between my fingers as I clamped my hands over them and ran before the shock of nearly getting trampled could dissipate from Morol. Thick black locks of my hair fell over my vision and I had to let go of my chest to brush it and some of the lower hanging branches away. The bouncing boobs nearly popping out of the thin fabric of my shirt brought a blush to my face as the humiliation of having a stripper's torso attached to a massive horse rump overcame the sudden thrill of speed and thick tail brushing over my rear legs. The fact that it was dark and was having a hard time making out any of the landscape as it rushed past me didn't do anything to divert my attention away from my huge chest. I was so focussed on getting the rippling fat under control that I didn't notice the approaching rocky river bank until it was too late and I careened, head over hooves into the chilly waters. My head underwater, I thrashed around with my alien body, trying to right myself. I managed to get a hoof or two on the smooth rocks of the fast-flowing river, but was pulled off balance once again by the current, managing to get my head above water long enough to gasp for air amid the tangle of thick black hair surrounding me. Finally one of my legs found purchase and I managed to get upright, my torso protruding from the water while the equine rump. The buttons of the plaid shirt had ripped apart and the two halves of it dangled over top of my boobs along with my matted down hair, showing off the wondrous cleavage beneath. A thin layer of slime that had gathered over the shallows of the river was now coating my torso, glistening over the rosy skin. I grimaced as my slender feminine hand instinctively tried to brush it off, running over the slippery flesh and my nipples made hard by thee cold water. A low moan escaped my plush lips as I felt a strange warmth in my nether parts. I gasped in shock at the feeling of arousal in this alien body, even as my soaked tail twitched and my stomach leapt. But now really wasn't the time to worry about my filly sexuality. I slowly picked my way towards back towards the shore, hooves sliding over the slippery rocks and hand sliding over my slippery boobs, trying to remove the last traces of river slime. A problem emerged as I approached the bank as my hooves skidded over the rocks and gravel. The bank was becoming too steep for me to wade up with my frictionless feet. I stumbled, legs shaking, forward, but the flow of the water and the loose footing made me slide back into the frigid water. I whipped my hair out of my face and slapped the water with my thin hands in frustration, having a little hissy fit in the (for me) waist-deep river and splashing fresh slime over my breasts. I had to get out of here before the sprites managed to find me and bring down Morol to drag me back. As I splashed at the water, I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the reflective surface, coming face to face with Cynthia the Centaur for the first time. Beneath the matted down black hair was a soft babyish face with full pouty lips and wide eyes. She looked a little like a young Kardashian sister had taken the whole 'big butt' thing waaaay too far. I couldn't really comment on her equine properties, but her... my upper half was pretty gorgeous. Except her nose was a little on the large side. I guess she did have to breathe for a large body. I caught a glimpse of my supple bosom underneath my drenched shirt and groaned hopelessly, watching the girl's face in the water mimicking me perfectly. "I really am a filly." "Well hello, filly." A soft voice behind me called and I wrenched my torso around, shuffling my feet in an attempt to pivot my rump around in the water. Floating not far out into the river was another girl, her seafoam green hair sparkling in the moonlight. She smiled sweetly and swam towards me, covering the distance between us before I could say anything. Beneath the water I saw the flash of a scaly tail as she circled around between me and the river bank. Somehow, I was not surprised to find myself confronted by a mermaid. "What's a pretty filly doing in the river at night," she asked. Instinctively I crossed my arms over my chest, boobs bulging up over my forearm. The mermaid swam to just in front of me, close enough to me to make me nervous. The wispy fins of her tail brushed over the boundary between my maidenly belly and my equine legs, tickling slightly. "What are you doing?" I managed before she slipped out of the water, rearing up to nearly my height, and leaning in way too close. The moonlight shimmered over her small, slippery breasts. "I'm just saying hello," the mermaid replied. "It's what you do when someone wanders into the neighbourhood, isn't it?" I was suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with my horse's ass and my huge boobs trying to escape from underneath my forearm. I reached out with the other arm and tried to push her away. Before I could lay a hand on her she dodged to the side, pulled in and was pressing her body against mine, placing her small breasts on top of my arm so they pushed into the soft fat of mine. Slime oozed out between our flesh. I opened my mouth to shout but with a quick motion the mermaid plugged my mouth with her tongue, giving me a passionate kiss. When she pulled back away I felt my face flush bright red with embarrassment. My plush lips trembled as I felt the same warmth in my rear that I had before. Cynthia's body and me along with it was getting aroused. "What are you doing?" I trembled. "Don't." She pulled some of the seafoam green hair behind her ear, then doing the same to me. "What are you talking about? Nobody comes out here unless they-" "Nera!" A second feminine voice called from somewhere in the water. "Who's there?" The mermaid's eyes rolled. "You don't mind if my cousin joins us? It's a pretty centaur filly!" "Is she well-endowed?" Nera looked down at my bosom, running a somewhat scaly hand over the slippery skin poking out over my forearm. "Very!" "I'll be right there!" Still confused about what exactly was going on I tried to manoeuver around the mermaid and get to the shore, but the same problem persisted. I couldn't find the purchase on the slippery rocks to get up the steep embankment. A second slender shape passed under the water alongside me and another mermaid rose out of the water and running a hand through my hair. "She is cute," the second mermaid cooed. "I-I-I," I trembled in the cold water. The first mermaid grasped my hand and pulled my arm away from my chest. The other slipped her hand under the remains of my shirt, pinching the soft flesh of my left nipple. A tiny yelp escaped from my lips as a weird jolt of both pain and pleasure ran through my womanly torso. My left rear leg twitched and I bit my lip to keep the whimpering at bay. "Hey! Hey! Get away from her, mer-sluts!" A familiar voice yelled from the river bank. "Pixx, get Morol, she's down here!" With the flutter of dragonfly wings one of the sprites was hovering before the startled face of Nera the mermaid. "Take your hands off those fabulous funbags. That's where I'm sleeping!" she shouted. "Get out of here, wasp." Nera batted at the sprite who flitted out of the way. "These tremendous ta-tas are ours for the next little while." Her fingers squished into the soft fat of my left breast, squeezing the hard nipple. I whimpered as my rear legs quivered. "Hey!" the other sprite twin leapt between her sister and the mermaids. "What are they doing with our jiggly jelly jugs?" She latched onto my right breast, burying her face in it. I shrieked in my high girlish voice, tail twitching in the river's current. "You can let us have some time on the rack," the cousin complained as she traced a line over my cleavage. "Do you know how long it's been since-" "Get off my BOOBS!" I screamed. before realizing what I was saying and clamping my hands over my mouth. The mermaids retreated a few tail strokes and the sprites flitted an arms length away. "Deal with your hang ups somewhere else," Paxx shouted. "You gas breathers have no idea what it's like having males that only show up to befoul your river with their milt and then swim off." Nera pouted. "We have to get physical intimacy wherever we can." My eyes widened and I once more plunged toward the shore in desperation. The effort yielded some impressive heaving of my chest, but little else. I sank back down into the clear, but suspicious water. "Count yourselves lucky," Pixx shot back. "Male sprites are all mindless drones. I'd be glad to be rid of them... Although come to think of it..." "Yeah!" her sister chimed in. "The rest of us have real problems. Everyones' males are swimming- whatevering off. People from other dime- tensions are popping into them and making them do weird stuff." "Really?" Nera's brow furrowed. "Yeah. That's what happened to Bubbles here. Inside all that hair and hooters she's really some guy from some place beyond the moons." I groaned, absently fingering my soaked shirt where the buttons had burst off. I tried pulling the hems together before finally giving up and tying the shirt tails together. It left my midriff exposed, but offered some support for my massive chest, pushing my boobs together into voluptuous, slippery cleavage. The two mermaids glanced at each other. "That sounds sort of like-" the cousin began. "That sounds sort of like what Shareez has been bitching about all day," Nera finished. "Normally she'd be the first one out here, but when we woke up this morning she was flipping out. Something about not really being a mermaid or something. I wasn't really paying attention. Were you?" "What?" The cousin was busy picking some seaweed out of her hair. My head perked up, suddenly aware of the conversation that was taking place around me. There was another person like me here? Could it be true? Was she from the same world? Was she a she? For a brief moment being stuck in the body of a centaur filly didn't seem quite as awful. "Where is she?" I asked frantically. "In our cavern a little ways down river." Nera pointed. "I can take you there if..." She got a twisted little smirk on her face. "If?" I suddenly wasn't sure how desperate I was to meet this person. "If you're really some guy you can give us each a nice, convincing kiss. If it's good enough, we'll take you to Shareez." I ran my hand through my thick hair and stared down at my soft, womanly bosom with its nipples, tender from all the fondling and my horse's rump that was starting to do things that I didn't even want to think about. But if there was another person here like me then I had to meet her and I could probably endure. "Fine," I muttered in defeat, digging into the gravel of the river bottom nervously with my hoof. It started with the cousin. She swam over, and, resting her waist against the breast of my lower half she pressed her small, naked chest into mine, wrapping her arm around my back. I tensed up as our lips came together and her tongue teased its way into my mouth. I was supposed to make this convincing. So... I wrapped my hand around her slippery back and leaned into her a little, worming my tongue over hers. Despite being cold and slippery from the water her mouth was pretty warm. I felt my rump begin to throb, my rear knees knock together/ and my face become uncomfortably flushed. My breath became short as the mermaid's tongue completed a final circuit of my mouth and she pulled away, her middle finger slipping over my breast for good measure. "That was kinda hot." I heard one of the sprites say. Nera cozied up to me next and repeated the process. She squeezed my boob pretty hard, eliciting a shuddering sigh as she pulled away along with an involuntary tapping of my rear hoof. I inhaled quickly as I tried to interpret the strange sensations coming from my large rump. All of the muscles in my body felt like they were on fire despite being immersed in the frigid water. A hand went reluctantly to the breast Nera had touched before I realized what I was doing. But part of me really wanted to keep going. "I win," she gloated to her cousin as my rear leg continued to twitch. "Whatever," the cousin swam away in a disappointed huff. "If there was an actual man in that mass of boobs and butt she would've reacted to me." As I fought to catch my breath and get back to normal, a large figure emerged on the river bank. The rope that had formerly been wrapped around my waist at the camp. I groaned in frustration, both because of the mermaid molestation and the thought of being tied up again. "Come on," Nera beckoned, swimming down the river with the current. "It's not that far." I looked to the shore where the orc-woman waited with the rope. "Hang on," Paxx said, buzzing toward Morol. "We'll get this worked out. Then we'll see what you'll give use for payment." "No!" Pixx flew after her. "You're supposed to get paid up front!" The sprites flitted around Morol's head for a second, returning carrying one end of the rope. "Here," Pixx handed me the rope. "Hold on and hog face'll pull your big butt outta here." "Yeah, but you have to do one thing," Paxx continued. "What's that? Make out with Morol, too?" "No. You have to convince this swapped mermaid to come back with us," Pixx replied. Paxx flew directly in my face. "More mind-washed people running around not good," she barked in a deep voice. "How am I supposed to do that?" I grumbled as a tug on the rope pulled me up the loose gravel bank and made my bosom bounce in its makeshift cups. "She's a mermaid. Can they even leave the water?" "Sure." "We've seen them riding big crabs on land." "Was that a mermaid riding a crab or a lobster girl?" "Ummm..." Water dripped from my body as I finally got a hoof on dry land where Morol stood. She glared at me angrily as I shivered in my stupid filly body, scraping the last of the river slime off my bare midriff before crossing my arms under my large breasts. Her three fingered hand tossed a piece of fabric at me. "Brought shirt. Let's go." I fumbled with the piece of cloth, unfolding it until I could make out a pair of holes for arms. It was a dwarf's shirt apparently, but it looked like dwarf women had the same sized torsos as centaur fillies. At least it was dry. I cast my eyes around and then turned to face the river, undoing the knot in my current shirt and carefully opening it, staring with despair at the big naked boobs and their hard, erect nipples. They jiggled softly as I struggled out of the wet shirt and I felt a sudden swell of arousal as I took in their massive size in the moonlight. "Ooooo. Nice!" Nera called from the river. Embarrassed, I stripped out of the shirt as quickly as I could, finding the arm holes of the new one and pulling the buttons together. It did provide more coverage than the first one, but it squeezed my boobs together, making them puff uncomfortably out the top. At least there was less bouncing. Uncertain of what to do with it, I draped the wet shirt over my rump. "They are pretty nice," one of the sprites observed. "Go now," Morol barked. "Scynga waits at village." Her big hand took me by my tiny girlish arm and pulled me along the river bank, following Nera as she led the four of us down the river. My hooves thudded in the soft mud and my mind still buzzed with the memory of the mermaid's tongue against my plush lips and the warm feeling that was growing inside my horse half. I had to get out of this body before it got any worse. The cavern Nera had spoken of was only a few minutes from where we had started. The mermaid floated just outside of its mouth and when we got close enough she started calling into the dark interior. "Hey! Shareez! There's a bunch of people here who wanna talk to you!" "GO AWAY!" the shrill reply came almost instantly. "She's been like that all day," Nera muttered. "Go on in. There's a ledge around the side for visitors. It should be wide enough for lover girl here." The ledge was barely visible under the shallow layer of water covering it, but it did look just wide enough for me to walk on. I looked up at Morol who merely grunted and nodded towards the cavern. "Okay, good talk," I brushed some of my black hair behind my ear in an unintentionally feminine gesture and put a hoof cautiously on the granite of the ledge. I had to keep my flank pressed up against the wall and duck my head a little in order to keep from slipping into the water that made up the majority of the cavern. Then a thought struck my brain. "Ummm... How am I supposed to turn around?" I pushed my rump further into the wall, but there was no way that I was going to be able to get my front legs behind my back legs and facing back toward the mouth of the cavern. Unless I could somehow back up, which wouldn't allow me to see where I was putting my rear feet. If the ledge didn't widen up I was going to have to go back into the water. Before I could consider the possibility a shimmering pool of moonlight appeared up ahead where the roof of the cavern opened into the night sky. Within the water of the pool a woman floated, the thin scales on her otherwise nude skin shining as she stared at her own reflection, in the same way I had just outside. I was instantly very conscious of my boobs puffing out of my shirt and my rump pressing up against the wall. "Ummm, are you Shareez?" I asked meekly. The woman shrieked and clamped her hands over her chest as she glanced frantically around the cavern before spying me. "Oh." She calmed down quickly. "You're a girl." My face flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, I guess. You're Shareez, right?" "My name is not Shareez!" She slapped the surface of the water angrily. "This-" A mermaid's tail emerged from beneath the rippling pool. "Is not me! I'm not a mermaid! My name is Lauren. I fell asleep in my hotel room and I woke up like this!" I felt my girlish mouth fall open into a little O. "It wasn't the Pacific Palace hotel, was it?" I asked. The mermaid's brow furrowed. "How did you know that?" "Because you're the girl across the hall from me," I nervously tried to cover up the puffy cleavage sticking out of my shirt. "The one who started all of this." "Started what?" The tail swept to the side and she pulled a little closer to where I stood, now thinking this had been a terrible idea. "Wait. Across the hall? There was a- Aren't you a guy?" I crossed my thin arms sheepishly over my boobs which made them protrude even farther out of my top. I grit my teeth and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. "Yeah. Well, not right at the moment." "Wow. Suddenly I don't feel so bad." "Great. Whatever," I blushed furiously as my tail twitched. "Listen-" "You look like someone took the head of that girl - you know, she used to be on that Disney show - and stuck it on Jessica Rabbit's torso." "Fine." The blush deepened. "Listen-" "And then melted that onto an arabian horse." I felt my nose crinkle in anger and I unconsciously placed my hands on what counted for my hips. "Listen, I have friends- Friends? - people outside who are taking me to someone who might know about what happened to us. But if you want to keep talking you can stay here and tell it to your cave here." I tried to take a step backward, but my butt hit the wall of the cave and when I tried to reorient myself my rear hoof slipped off the edge of the path and it took all of my strength to keep from falling completely into the water. The thick hair dropped over my face once again and scrambling to get it out of the way my hand brushed against the soft flesh of my bosom. "As soon as I can figure out how to get out of here," I grumbled. "I'm sorry!" Lauren swam to the edge of the pool, hiding her naked torso against the rock. "You have to get me out of here! I hate this body!" "You and me both," I put my hands on my hips again. At least I didn't have to deal with a reluctant mermaid. "Can you-" My sentence was interrupted by the buzzing of dragonfly wings. "Are you almost done in here, filly boobs?" Paxx darted in front of my face. "Who are they?" the mermaid asked. "You know, now that I think about it," Pixx said, catching up. "It must have been a mermaid riding on a crab. A lobster girl would have had pinchers instead of fingers." "Would she?" her sister replied. "You suddenly know the evolutionary history of water creatures?" "What do you two want?" My patience was starting to wear a little thin. "Oh, right. Yeah, so it turns out that all the activity around here kinda attracted some unwanted attention." "What kind of..." My female voice trailed off as the light from the hole in the roof of the cavern dimmed and a yellow encrusted eye appeared where the moons had once been. My mouth fell open and Lauren the mermaid shrieked. "It's a dwarf giant," Pixx said. My mind skipped over the obvious question of how something came to be called a dwarf giant and went into full on panic mode as the eye disappeared for a moment and the moons were once again blocked out by a large hairy-knuckled hand the size of a refrigerator. The arm that followed got in as far as the elbow before it ran out of space in the skylight. An angry voice bellowed and the arm pressed int farther, knocking loose some of the rocks surrounding the hole. Lauren shouted as the boulders exploded into the water just two meters away from her. "Sprites are likely too small for it to notice," Paxx shouted above the din. "But they do have a tendency to kidnap females of any species and keep them in a cave." Already pressed as far as I could get into the wall of the cavern I watched in horror as the arm managed to get a little farther into the cave. It retracted again and the eye returned with a growl. "Help me back up!" I shouted to the sprites. "Sure thing, big butt," one of them replied. "Get me out of here!" Lauren screamed, ducking below the water line as the hand came uncomfortably close. "There's a shallow spot connected to the ledge right there." Judging how long it would take for the hand to return I tensed up and pushed with my hind legs, landing semi-gracefully with a bounce and jiggle on the spot where Lauren had indicated. Water splashed up over my body. The mermaid slipped over the surface of the water and grabbed onto my flank as I lowered my rear legs. The knowledge that I was about to be (gulp) ridden was erased by the feeling of a large finger brushing over my round rump. I felt a slippery arm encircle my thin waist and a pair of breasts press into my horse body. Sea-foam coloured hair spilled over the wet shirt I had draped on my side as I bolted back up onto the ledge, my knobby legs stumbling nervously as I tried to move quickly to the mouth of the cave. "Hurry!" Lauren shouted. "Maybe you should get your own horse's ass!" I shouted back, wishing I didn't have to use my hands for balance so I could keep my boobs stationary. The hand made one last desperate grasp for us and then withdrew. The diseased eye returned and the giant let out a loud bellow as I stumbled out into the night air and broke into a full (gulp) gallop, my boobs heaving nearly free of their cotton enclosure, buttons straining to hold together as I ran. Looking back over my shoulder through the mess of black hair I could make out the huge shape of the giant as it clamoured angrily down the stone wall of the cavern. If I hadn't been so frightened I might have been able to laugh at the sight of the thing. All told the thing had to be the height of a two storey building, but its legs couldn't have made up more than a quarter of that. It moved mostly like a gorilla would, using its legs only as a stand while its arms bore the burden of actually moving the body. Its head, likewise was disproportionately small for its body, giving it the look of an infant that had had everything between its shoulders and pelvis stretched out like taffy. It howled in rage as its arms lowered it down into the water in front of the cavern, disappearing up to its navel. Water flew from the river as it loped up to the shore. Not needing my arms for balance anymore I reached for my heaving chest. A shift in Lauren's balance was all the warning I got before she beat me to it, her fingers digging into the soft fat frantically. I winced as her fingers pinched around my nipples. "What are you doing?!" I screamed. "Why are you lying there like that?!" "It's all I can do!" she shrieked. "This tail isn't exactly made to support weight! Look out!" I barely made out of the shape of Morol as she stepped out from behind one of the nearby trees. Her axe was in her hand as she waved me into a sparse spot in the forest. Lauren clamped down harder as I approached the orc-woman, who I guess did frightening in the moonlight. I had to bite down hard to keep from screaming as my breasts responded to her desperate fondling. Morol fell into step behind me, though I soon left her far behind as my hooves thudded into the soft earth. The thrill of being able to move this face came back and was accompanied by the half painful, half pleasant feeling of Lauren's hands on my chest. Part of me wanted to stop and pry them off, but I knew I wasn't going to until the sound of the giant was much farther off. I ran along the route back to the path as best as I could remember it, dodging around the trees and over the roots. Lauren's hands slipped from over my boobs to back around my waist, her grip becoming a deathlock. Other than her arms there was no way for her to keep from falling from her place. She couldn't grip my body with legs the way a human would ride a (gulp) horse. I burst out onto the path only a short distance down from where I had run off in the first place. Though the light from the moons was bright enough to see by the light from the strange oil torches was a welcome sight. I raced up the stone/shell path, not daring to slow down. My lungs started to burn and my hear pounded in my rump as I surged upward. Eventually I had to slow to a trot as I approached an ascending dogleg in the path. Almost instantly I heard the sound of dragonfly wings and Pixx and Paxx flew up the path behind me. "Jeez," Paxx huffed. "You sure know how to have a good time, filly boobs." "I thought I was gonna fall off and get trampled," Lauren gasped, relaxing her clutch around my waist. "You couldn't have been a little more careful?" I clenched my teeth to keep from shouting at her. "Next time I'm running for both our lives I'll go a little slower. And you didn't need to start groping me!" "Aw, we missed the groping," Paxx complained. "Those things are so huge I literally couldn't grab anything else." The mermaid scoffed. "Shut up!" I stomped my front hoof. "Is she mad, or is she trying to count?" Pixx asked. "I swear, I'll leave you right here," I threatened. "You wanna know exactly how big those jugs are?" Lauren said. "They have to be at least F cups." "Get off me!" I kicked my rear legs, bucking. My chest heaved upward, becoming weightless for a moment and then coming crashing down with a soft shudder. The top button of my shirt gave way, flying off and more of my rosy cleavage spilled into the torchlight. She clamped down around my soft belly and refused to let go. "Settle down, filly boobs," Pixx darted in front of me. "Yeah. We don't have to agree on exactly how big they are, let's just agree that they're super big," her sister said. I stopped trying to buck the mermaid from my body and glared angrily at the hovering sprite before me. "Quiet!" Lauren hissed. "Look." I felt one of her arms come away from my waist and I instinctively looked in the direction she was pointing. The dogleg in the path gave us a decent vantage point over the tops of the trees and down the side of the hill we were standing on. Past the edge of the trees and out across the flatlands where I had first found myself in this cursed body there were winking orange lights. At first I could only make out one or two of the larger lights, but then smaller lights ringing those larger ones stood out. They looked an awful lot like campfires. The jangling of armor announced the arrival of Morol on the path, loud snorts emanating from her hog nose. Lauren shouted in shock as the orc- woman slung her axe around her back and joined us on the apex of the dogleg. "She's okay," I muttered, still angry at the mermaid clinging to my back. "Mostly." "War fires," the orc muttered, barely slowing down on her way past us. "Think we found where males go." "Why is she talking like a bad Western movie stereotype?" The last word came out as a choked gasp. Morol snorted, paused in her step and then said with near perfect enunciation. "The orc tongue is not made for speech. It tires easily. We have to use an economy of words." I blinked in surprise. Lauren let out a squeak. "Not just me talks funny." The mermaid gasped. "I'm fine! I just have to keep these stupid gills moist." She pulled the still-damp shirt from my back. "This should help for now." As Lauren bent up from her place on my back the sprites flew around her. "Not quite as nice as filly boobs', but still good," Pixx commented. I found myself trying to nonchalantly glance over my shoulder and catch a look at Lauren's naked torso before she managed to get the wet shirt around it. Even though I had Cynthia's body there was still enough of my own brain to get riled up by the mermaids in the river and the one on my back. Lauren might be a pain, but her body was still enticing. The strange buzzing and warmth returned as I clip clopped after Morol. "If those are war fires then what war are they fighting?" "Same as us," she grumbled. "They want Sorcerer." "So, they're coming the up the mountain after us?" Pixx asked. "Probably." "What are we going to do?" Paxx buzzed. "Tonight." Morol pointed up the path, not another five minute's walk, to where large torches, nearly two dozen in all, emerged from the side of the mountain and from up out of the ground. They lit up the same kind of likenesses that had graced the bridges on the way up the path. It had to be the fabled dwarf village that Scynga and Morol had been going on about. "Tomorrow." Her thick finger pointed this time up the face of the mountain to where a mysterious blue glow emanated. I stopped in my tracks, wondering if I could even make the trip that far up. My hooves weren't really meant for climbing. "Hey," Lauren nudged my back. "Is this Sorceror the one who's going to help us get back?" "I hope so," I groaned as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pushed her breasts into my back. "Well let's get going," she commanded. "I don't want to be stuck in this body forever." "I saw your old body," I replied angrily. "This one's an improvement." "So is yours, filly girl," she said as I started clopping towards the lights that marked the dwarf village. "And I hope you like rear action, cause that's really all you're capable of." "Ooooh. Burn!" Paxx cackled. "I don't get it," Pixx said. I sighed. It didn't look like I would be stuck in this body, at least for the night. Lauren didn't know exactly how worked up I had gotten in the river, or how having her this close was affecting me, but she was right about what I was going to have to do to relieve it. My male mind was working me up, but I was going to have to deal with it within the confines of this centaur body. I placed my fingers against my brow, hoping against all possibility that by tomorrow I would be back in my old world and in my old (male) body.