And so, the rapscallion rode his next door neighbor to the farm so that he may pimp her out to older horses.
But a sweet boy was he, for he resisted the urge to transform the tourists into centaur, or human-headed horse, maidens. And he even found it within him to pity the one man who now lacked a horse and had to walk alongside his companions.
He utterly failed to read the reason for her arousal. Ashley's thoughts went something like this: "Oh my gosh! He's really doing it! He's riding me! If this is a dream, please don't..." She frowned and turned bright pink. Full mast. In front of the boy she crushed hard on. Please, someone, kill her.
She dearly wished there was pants for girls like her.
*****
So eager was he to pimp off his friend-who-happened-to-be-a-girl that he led her into the barn straight-away. He didn't bother to wave to Catherine, let alone turn her into a barnyard animal. He had plenty of time for such ghoulish schemes later. The children of Richie's family were many, or rather, the Simmons farm.
What serendipidity! In the barn, the patriarch of the family, Mr. Simmons, led his second-favorite mare, BB (Black Beauty), towards a stall.
"Hey!" Called the Rapscallion. Mr. Simmons just had time to turn around before he was struck by a wave of magic. Up, up he went and he plunked on top of BB's head. In just a few moments, there stood a centaur mare with a male upper body.
"Hiya John. Ashley too." Said Mr. Simmons. "What brings you to- Oh..." Ashley's did not exactly have anything to obscure her cock with. "Oh come now, don't be shy, I'll take care of it."
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