The next morning broke cold and damp. It was an unusual day for late
June but its coolness would prove to be a godsend for the operation.
There was nothing worse than a difficult operation in the sweltering
heat. I arrived for breakfast to find the others picking lightly at
their food. It was no good taking a huge meal and then being 'caught
short' during the operation. Jenny looked on hungrily as we picked at
our meal.

"Everybody ready then?" she asked bravely.

We all smiled at her attempts to steady our nerves and I gently
kissed her lips. She licked the sweet orange juice on my lips and
smiled. It was to be the only food she would consciously taste for
several weeks.

As Dot cleared the table, we wheeled Jenny down to the labs and
commenced the work. It isn't necessary to dwell again upon the
operation except to touch upon those areas where it differed from
Veronica's. We managed everything we anticipated before rising from
the operating table after nearly twenty-four hours.

Jet would be able to see, taste and -importantly- smell through
Jenny's sense organs. He would also be able to share his sense of
touch with Jenny so that they would each share all of the other's
sensations.

The surgical blocking of any hormonal interchange had, - we were
sure- been achieved. We had grafted one of Venus's human compatible
female ovaries into Jenny's lower torso so that she would be
manufacturing natural hormones in her own body whilst Jet continued
to control his own metabolism with his own testosterone. However,
Jenny would not immediately be aware of this and we elected not to
tell her.

The main thing she would be aware of though would be Jet's penis.
This was to be her biggest and nicest surprise and we couldn't wait
for her to discover it. We had deliberately wired up their sex organs
so that every sensation would be amplified and intimately shared by
both of them.

As with the earlier operation, once we had finished, we left Dot to
monitor Jenny's progress whilst we collapsed onto our beds.

Just before I went to sleep Dr James called upon me.

"How are you feeling my pet?"

She stroked my head as she sat on the bed beside me.

"I want you to take it easy for a week or so. You looked grey at the
end of the op tonight. I'm ordering you to rest, O.K."

Through eyes that were stinging from lack of sleep I squinted at Dr
James and acquiesced to her instructions. She gently kissed me
goodnight and turned off the light. I was gone before my head hit the
pillow.

It was the afternoon before I awoke to be disorientated by the
strange angle of the sun. For a moment I panicked then realised that
they would have woken me if there were anything seriously wrong. I
got dressed deliberately slowly as though trying to prove to myself
that I was calm and collected. In reality I was itching to go to the
labs.

I arrived to find Dot reading a novel and occasionally checking the
monitors. She looked up and smiled.

"Hello! You're the first to arrive. There doesn't seem to be anything
unusual."

I studied Jenny's form on the lab cradle and carefully checked her
vital signs. Dot was quite right; everything was in order. I could
see that my presence was superfluous. Jenny would not be waking for a
few days yet. I made a cup of tea and we sat chatting for a while
before the others arrived in dribs and drabs. Each one of us checked
Jenny and deemed her condition satisfactory. After running a few
hormone and blood tests on both parts we were satisfied that our
surgery was successful. We set up a watch roster and went self-
consciously about our various chores. Each of us was trying to
occupy our time before the big day when Jenny was woken up.

As the evening sun settled amongst the trees I strolled around the
grounds with Margaret. We discussed our children and my son's
hermaphrodism. It was hard to decide the best future for him.

"We'll have to wait until he declares for himself what he wants to be.
At present he's coming along nicely at Miss Lane's with the female
hormones. There is little to tell between him and his sister."

I felt a little guilty about my neglect of my children and expressed my
reservations to Margaret.

"It's not your fault Bev. You had them at a very early age and there
was no way you could provide for them properly. Your parent's caring
for them was perhaps the best option. Anyway there's still plenty of
time for you to get to know them. They are still young. We'll go and
see them as soon as Jenny's O.K. Right."

She gently wrapped her arm around my shoulders and we returned to the
labs. Margaret had the first full night shift and I was booked to take
the morning one. After a few last checks I returned to bed whilst
Margaret took over from Cye.

That night was the first decent sleep I'd had for months. I realised
that my hormones had been all up the creek with my pregnancy. The
stresses and worries of the operations had been weighing down on me
more than I had realised and the accumulation of factors had exhausted
me. I slept the clock through and awoke guiltily to learn that I'd
missed my shift. Margaret had ordered Dot not to waken me and she'd
rearranged the rosters to exclude me all together. Margaret was a wise
old bird.

Each evening we sat around the table to discuss Jenny's condition. We
had adopted a different strategy with Jenny. We kept her under the
anaesthetic whilst we established the success of the operation and we
wanted her to be well healed and able to walk when she finally came to.
It was no good her discovering a new cock and then being unable to
enjoy it. The tensions and damage would be too much.

One evening, when we were seated around the table waiting the day of
Jenny's awakening, Cynthia quietly opened a new vein of conversation.
She turned to me and spoke quietly.

"Bev," she said slowly, - "do you think it would be good idea for me
and Jacky to have this operation?"

A pregnant silence descended on the table as Jacky and Cye searched
Margaret and my faces. Veronica also stopped wolfing her food and
turned expectantly to await an answer. I sat thoughtfully mulling over
the idea trying to decide.

"Hmmm, you're asking something now Cye. Can't you get about easily
enough as you are. I noticed that Jacky gets about fairly well on those
artificial feet she's had made. She walked fairly steadily from the
labs just now."

"Yes, I'll agree, but did you see how easily Veronica simply trotted
along. Her progress was magical compared with our awkward hobbling. It
was a pleasure to watch."

I had to agree with this. The ease with which Veronica casually arose
from the table and sauntered down to the labs was something to behold.
Even the unconscious but provocative rolling of her rump in harmony
with her own pelvic gyrations had not gone unnoticed. It was obvious
that Vee was enjoying her newfound freedom to the hilt. I watched her
go before returning to the matter in hand.

"Well what do you think Jacky?" I asked.

She nodded affirmatively as she spoke.

"Well Bev, my stumps still hurt if I spend too long on my prosthesis
and I have to resort to my wheelchair after a couple of hours or more.
Also, if the weather's cold and wet, my stumps ache. I think the op
would be marvelous for us as well. We've been speaking to Vee all
afternoon about it and she's convinced us."

"Yes," I chided. "Like the fox in Aesops Fables who tried to convince
the other animals after he'd lost his tail. Have you ever thought that
Vee might just be trying to put others in the same predicament so that
she feels less conspicuous through safety in numbers? Especially when
all this becomes public."

"We have already 'lost our tales' Bev," argued Cynthia softly, "I can't
even wear my artificial limbs to walk more than a couple of kilometres.
My stumps hurt too much. Sometimes it's not even worthwhile putting
them on. I think that the centaur situation with the added advantage of
my hands would be an admirable solution."

"Me too," added Jacky enthusiastically.

As I pondered about their wishes I suddenly had a flash of deep
insight.

"Hey! Hold on a minute. You two have been getting around effectively on
your stumps for years. This is the first time you've ever complained of
pain and things. I know what you're after.

It's the sharing of experiences and sensations with a horse isn't it?"

There was a long silence as Margaret slowly stirred her cup. The steady
clink of metal on china chimed out the long silent seconds as Cye and
Jacky looked sheepishly at each other and then at me. Eventually Cye
smiled slyly at Jacky as she spoke.

"Hell Bev, you can be pretty shrewd at times can't you?"

"I thought so," I gloated. "I have to admit though that I quite fancied
the idea as well but my hermaphrodism is more than enough for any
individual to be going on with. It would rather unethical for me to do
it anyway. There's no excuse or reason so I'll stick with what I've got
thank you."

I surreptitiously rubbed the growing bulge in my leggings and the girls
all smiled knowingly.

We all rose from the table and continued talking in the drawing room.
Dot joined us as we sprawled out over the easy chairs and chatted long
into the evening. It was finally resolved that we would wait for a
short period to check for any problems with Jenny and Vee before Cye
and Jacky had their ops.

They wanted to have the ops immediately but it would take us time to
breed some genetically suitable mares. I was intrigued to find that
both girls wanted mares.

With this little riddle resolved I went to bed. We were waking Jenny up
the following morning and I wanted my sleep.

The next morning an excited gang met in the labs. Veronica had been
standing the night shift and she greeted us gleefully as we entered.

"She's been O.K. all through the night and her vital signs are fine.
What's the plan of attack?"

"We'll bring her round but maintain the painkiller dosage until she's
fully conscious and we can check her reflexes. She could be in more
pain than you were Vee because of the more extensive surgery to her
shorter stumps and the sense organs. I think it's best to check her
hearing first because Jet won't automatically sense that and the
conscious responses will definitely be Jenny's."

We set up the various scanners and monitors as we prepared Jenny for
her first day as a centaur. As the time drew near I jumped the gun a
little. We were all anxious or a little impatient to get results and
Jenny seemed quite healthy according to the monitors. I turned off the
drip and awaited her recovery.

A low gargle emerged from Jenny's throat. We had expected some sort of
vocal response and the scarring in her throat and neck affected her
first attempts to speak. I gently withdrew the pipes from her throat
and the gargling turned into a low moan.

"Don't try to speak now Jenny, simply make some sort of sign that you
understand me," I encouraged her softly.

We waited anxiously for what seemed an age before another low moan
escaped her throat. She then tried to move her head and gave a grunt of
pain. She was still in some slight discomfort so I changed tactics.

"O.K. Jenny don't try to move, just make a sound if you can hear this."

I clapped my hands and Jenny responded with a short low sound or moan.
Eventually we recognised the word 'Yes' as her motor system began to
recover control of her vocal chords. We all relaxed at this response
as I spoke slowly again.

"Good Jenny. Now make a noise if you feel me touch you."

I paused for a moment before gently running my fingernail over one of
her nipples. She gave a little grunt and twitched as a shiver rippled
along her back. I followed with a light touch of her clitoris and she
let out an involuntary squeaky gasp. These were her most sensitive
spots and they caused the expected responses. We all visibly relaxed
with the knowledge that she was reacting properly.

I nodded to Jacky who opened the anaesthetic drip again to send her
under. The pain of the scarring was still intense and it was important
to avoid trauma during her long recovery. We would return the next
morning to monitor her progress. I left the lab after making my excuses
and went for another stroll in the grounds.

It was early summer and I drank in the apple blossom as the late
morning sun gently filtered through the fresh greenery. Like a young
girl, I savoured my pregnant condition and I skipped excitedly through
the bluebells hugging my tummy. I was itching to tell my friends about
my condition but it was important for Jenny to share the news as well.

It was going to be hell for me keeping the secret during the next two
weeks before Jenny was up and about. I came across some old leaves that
had been swirled and deposited by the last winter winds. They lay in a
dry corner and the spring growth had not covered them. Like a little
child I squealed with delight as I kicked the leaves and scattered them
amongst the trees.

My actions attracted the attentions of some of the mares that came
trotting over to me. I led them to one of the apple trees and I rooted
about in the hope of finding an old apple perhaps preserved under the
moss. It was a totally vain hope but I hugged the mares and stroked
their velvety noses. They sniffed around my leggings in the vain hope
of finding some delicious titbit but I had nothing to offer. I wondered
how their thought processes operated without having access to a human
brain. I felt a little sorry for them as I considered the advantages
that Juno and Jet now enjoyed.

I also reflected on the fruit blossom and compared it with the promise
of the rich harvest growing in my womb. I sat down amongst the apple
tree roots and squeezed the soft earth through my fingers as I likened
the fecundity of mother earth to the growing fruit within me. The two
mares had grown tired of my company. There were no titbits to interest
them so they strolled off to rejoin their herd. I realised that they
would never have been allowed such freedom if Jet had been around to
boss them. The noon sun grew warmer and I fell asleep in the suntrap
amidst the roots.

A cold shiver disturbed my slumbers as the late afternoon sun lost its
strength. I arose stiffly from my bower to disturb two squirrels that
chattered angrily at me for disturbing their game. With my hands tucked
down my leggings feeling the swelling fruit inside me, I returned to
the big house. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be families all
around me. Ducks on the lake, the squirrels, rabbits on the grass, all
over the estate things seemed to be happening in families. At least, it
seemed like that to me as I contemplated my fruit. It was a very happy
Beverly that clumped through the French doors.

I stood munching a biscuit and sipping tea as Dr James entered and
noticed me caressing my tummy.

"Nice feeling, isn't it my dear," she whispered as she gently hugged me
from behind.

I turned and rested my head upon her shoulder.

"You will look after me though won't you?"

I needed reassuring and she realised this.

"Of course I will Bev."

She stroked my cheeks so I gently took her fingers and pushed them down
my leggings. Her fingers groped my cock and I squirmed anxiously.

"No not him. Leave him alone. There, can you feel them kicking?"

"Early days yet Bev," she whispered. "Take care for the next few months
O.K? Nothing too strenuous now and when you're closer to your time I'll
return to look after you. Then I'll be with you constantly. See you
later for dinner."

"Don't go just yet there are a few things I want to discuss."

"Go on."

"Well I never actually asked you this," I paused.

"Go on," she persisted.

"Let's go for another walk were we can talk privately."

Margaret shrugged her shoulders as we strolled out again through the
French doors.

"What are your feelings about giving Jenny a penis again?" I asked.

"Well; if, as you say, Jets testosterone is not going to affect her
then she should benefit by it. She will be able to enjoy sex as a male
without suffering all those aggressive behavioural problems she had
when she was a boy. Will she have total control of all the motor
functions?"

"Yes," I confirmed. "I know what your fears are there. The dangers of
Jet taking over and 'raping' Veronica and Juno."

"Quite!" confirmed Dr James. "I only hope that Jenny will be able to
control Jet's masculine libido. From what Veronica tells me; she and
Juno share some extremely intimate feelings. If Jet and Jenny exchange
similar feelings and sensations, then Jenny might not be able to resist
the temptations before her especially with the ordinary mares if not
with Veronica. But there again," she pondered for a moment. "If she
does prove difficult to handle, we can always leave her with no arms so
that she will be dependent upon us and therefore totally obedient."

"Really Margaret! You shock me!" I scolded. "How could we ever be so
cruel as to discover a way of giving Jenny arms and then deny them to
her because of a behavioural pattern that would be none of her doing?

I am determined that if we ever reach that stage -and I'm sure we
will-, we will give both of them the best limbs we can. That was really
the most cruel and nasty thing I have ever heard you suggest and I'm
ashamed of you."

Margaret recoiled at the vehemence of my attack and walked beside me in
stunned silence for several moments as she recovered from her surprise.

"I- I'm sorry," she stammered, "I had no idea that you would be so
upset by it."

"Well really Margaret. How could you? Poor Jenny has no idea that she's
been grafted to a stallion. If any part of her personality changes
because of the hormones, it will be our fault entirely. You cannot
blame her for a single thing."

She was forced to agree with me and had to admit that her suggestion
had been a bit hasty and ill though out. I made a mental note to always
check Margaret's motives and ideas. She seemed to have an unnecessarily
cruel streak that would need watching. I surmised that it probably
stemmed from her primordial fear of all things masculine. Whatever the
reasons it bore careful watching and attention.

We were jumping the gun anyway. Veronica was handling things
marvelously and, if all went to plan with Jenny, there should be no
problems. Jenny had always been a particularly intelligent and
sensitive girl. Even if she were to become affected by Jets male
hormones she would probably control it.

Margaret put her hands around me as we strolled along beside
the lake and I gently squeezed her to me.

"Consider yourself forgiven Margaret. Now about Jacky and Cye, what are
your opinions on their having the operations?"

"I'm all for it but it will take a while to grow genetically suitable
mares and to prepare for the ops. You still take months to grow
suitable nerve tissue don't you?"

"Yes and I would prefer to use the next year or so getting to know my
children. They'll be here soon and I want to be ready for them."

I suddenly felt the familiar desperate urge to pee. Margaret's surgery
all those years ago had left with me with little warning. When I wanted
to pee, I simply had to go. With no excuses I desperately ran behind a
tree and fiddled frantically with my leggings and the poppers of my
body. I almost ripped my tights and knickers as the first drops started
to spit from my bladder. With a gasp of relief, I squatted down as the
golden liquid spurted from my uthrea and splashed into the lake. I
caught Margaret smiling as she watched my antics and I self-consciously
tried to cover my vulnerable nudity.

As I crouched helplessly with the water pouring from my bladder she
casually approached me and stroked my hair. I had never felt so
uselessly vulnerable as I squatted there while my offending bladder
seemed to take hours to expel all the liquid and she nonchalantly ran
her fingers through my hair. It was such a submissive posture for me.

"How often do you have to go so suddenly Beverly?" she asked with a sly
smile playing around her lips.

"About every two hours," I replied. "And there's little or no warning.
It's the babies."

"Can't you hold it for long then?"

"You know perfectly well I can't. About fifteen minutes is the maximum
when I'm normal but with the twins pressing on my bladder it's
hopeless. You made me like this."

I ripped some moss off the tree trunk and wiped myself before tucking
my penis back into my pussy and pulling up my knickers and tights. As I
refastened the poppers of my body Margaret gently grasped my hair and
pulled my lips to hers. Her soft lips covered mine and she gently
worked her tongue into my mouth as I automatically responded to her
sweet taste. Just as suddenly, as my body started to respond, she let
go of me. She was only excited by my vulnerable condition and I was
left high and dry by her sudden swings of mood.

We resumed our walk in solemn mood as we discussed Jacky and Cye's
operations. Slowly we strolled around the lake to return to the house
were dinner had been laid out by Dot.

After dinner I took a short vigil at the labs to study Jenny's
condition. Although I was normally excused the vigils, I felt I needed
sometime to myself.

I had been there a few hours reading Jenny's notes and checking various
monitors when Vee cantered over to the labs and pushed the 'batwing'
doors open with her forepart. She clopped over and started reading the
notes over my shoulder. I reached up and stroked her breasts and she
bent over to kiss my neck. Vee knew all my erotic spots and I responded
by standing up and putting my arms around her waist. She pressed her
tummy and pussy against my hardening cock and I twitched as we savoured
our urgency.

As luck would have it my babies chose that moment to squirm and kick.
They did a violent flip and I gasped as I felt them quicken. They must
have been disturbed by our activities.

Vee's jaw sagged as she stepped back and stared at my tummy.

"My God!" she shrieked. "Your pregnant aren't you?"

"Shhh, Not so loud you fool," I whispered hoarsely.

"Why! It's wonderful news. Why didn't you tell us before?"

"I wanted to tell you all together. I think of them as all our babies
and I didn't want anybody to get the news before anybody else. You must
promise not to tell any of the others until Jenny is fully ready to
share it."

Veronica stepped forward again and hugged me with her stumps. I could
feel her pushing her tummy against mine and trying to stimulate the
babies again.

"You mean there's more than one?"

"Yes. It's twins again, one of each again. Dr James thinks there's some
sort of genetic connection to my being self fertilising and multiple
births."

"How did you find out?"

"Dr James sussed it out. She noticed that I'd put on some weight and
that my tummy was a little swollen. When I was wearing leggings the
other day.

She's got very sharp eyes that one, but then I suppose it's from
dealing with the pupils at Miss Lane's."

Veronica shuddered at the mention of Miss Lane's then spoke again.

"Did you deliberately come off the pill? Cos' if you did, then I want a
baby as well."

"No it's nothing like that Vee. Dr James and I both think it was
exposure to all the hormones we've been preparing for Jet and Jenny in
the labs. I probably absorbed some and this must have upset the balance
of hormones I use for contraceptive purposes. I've fallen pregnant to
myself again."

"Will they be hermaphrodites like Bernard and Jeanette?"

"To be honest we still can't be a hundred percent certain. But it
certainly looks like it. The problem is that any lab work with hormones
could affect their development and I'm afraid to do any more work until
they are born. This is the real reason I'm reluctant to operate on Cye
and Jacky until these two are born. I can't tell them though until
Jenny is O.K. So I want you to promise not to tell anybody until the
time."

Vee smiled and skipped noisily as her hooves drummed excitedly
on the tiled floor.

"O.K. then, Mum's the word."

With these words she swung around and went galloping wildly across the
grounds. It was still spectacular to see her plunging along with her
long blond hair and tail streaming out behind her.

I turned to look at Jenny and hugged myself as I anticipated her soon
enjoying the same wonderful freedom.

Finally Vee returned and clattered into the lab. We sat discussing
notes and exchanging thoughts far into the evening as Jenny's
rhythmical breathing lent a steady background beat to the low hum of
the monitors. Vee frequently stroked Jenny with her stumps and I could
see the anxiety in her face.

"Don't worry Vee. Another couple of weeks."

"I know. I can't wait. It's the thought of her enjoying the same
freedoms as me."

We both stroked Jenny's coat, as she lay blissfully unaware of our
attentions. Jets glossy black velvet coat and mane perfectly matched
Jenny's glossy raven locks in both colour and texture. As my hands
slid idly up and down Jenny's flanks I couldn't resist reaching under
Jets tummy and smiling as I anticipated Jenny's delight when she
discovered she had a cock and balls again.

As darkness began to fall I tried to return to my notes again but I was
too tired to take anymore in. Midnight arrived and Cye relieved us. I
handed over the shift and Vee and I plodded dutifully off to bed.

I went alone to bed again that night and the girls were worried for me.
Jacky knocked discreetly on my bedroom door as I was getting into bed.

"Bev," she called in a stage whisper. "Are you O.K? Why are you
avoiding us?"

"Come in love." I called through the door.

Jacky wheeled herself in and pulled up alongside my bed as I sat
inspecting my feet. She reached out and pressed her hand in mine.

"What's the matter Bev? You seem to be avoiding us. Are you ill or
something? You always seem to be tired or something these last few
days."

"It has been rather hectic these last few weeks Jacky," I snapped.
"I've been on my feet for forty of the last forty-eight hours. Don't
you think I deserve a little peace? I'm exhausted with all the work
I've been doing these past few years."

"Oh come off it Bev. You've enjoyed it as much as the rest of us. Why
are you suddenly tired now? You don't look tired, in fact you look a
picture of health and blooming with it."

"Oh please leave me alone Jacky. I'm shattered. Put the light out on
your way out."

Jacky looked crestfallen as she left. A small tear glistened on her
cheek as it reflected the hall light. I felt really guilty that I had
been so short with her, so I tried to shout some words of reassurance
but the door slammed shut as she wheeled angrily down the corridor.
Sleep came hard as I tossed and turned.

I stumbled down to breakfast with huge bags under my eyes. I looked and
felt a mess.

"Well, well, look what the cats dragged in," scolded Cynthia, as she
looked me up and down.

I grunted a response and lurched unsteadily to the sideboard to serve
myself some breakfast. I could tell that the girls were angry about my
behaviour last night but I was in no mood for any argument. Luckily Dr
James arrived for breakfast and shrewdly summed up the situation. She
changed the subject quickly.

"I wouldn't upset Beverly too much girls," advised the doctor, "she's
been through a lot lately and she's very tired. Just lets concentrate
on Jenny's convalescence, O.K."

Cye gave Dr James a sulky look and frowned.

"Why? What's wrong with her?" she demanded.

"Nothing serious. She's just had a bit of a virus and isn't feeling
very well. So go easy on her."

I glanced at Dr James and she smiled knowingly. It was good to have an
ally at this vulnerable time. We finished our breakfasts and returned
to the labs.

As the days passed Jenny grew gradually stronger and her conscious
periods were slowly extended until she could be 'weaned' off the
painkillers. Finally she was able to tell us that the pain was bearable
and she was ready to get up.

This was the day we had all been waiting for. Her penis had been
anaesthetised all this time and Jenny had no idea what lay under her
cramped equine flanks as the anaesthetic wore off I spoke to her. Her
voice was still a bit hoarse and her throat a little sore but she
struggled bravely to her knees. I gently started to remove the bandages
from her eyes as I spoke.

"You might have a problem with the horse's responses to your binocular
colour vision so be prepared for some panic as it reacts. This will be
the first time that the horse has woken up. It's been anaesthetised
totally up until now so get ready."

Jenny coughed before replying.

"Well I'm as ready as I'll ever be. You can take off the eye
dressings."

I slowly unwound the last bandage and removed the eye pads. Her eyes
were still 'glued' together and I gently wiped her eyelids with some
sterile swabs.

Carefully, Jenny opened her eyes and squinted painfully until they
became accustomed to the theatre lights. She looked at me and smiled
before looking around the room at her friends. Finally she slowly
twisted her stiff back to study her new body.

Her eyes registered the black glossy coat of Jet instead of the
appaloosa spots of Venus and the alarm started to register in her
face. I gently grasped her around the shoulders as she tried to
struggle. She winced and screamed as her scar tissue painfully
prevented her from closer inspection of the strange creature she'd
been attached to.

"What have you done?" she screamed. "What horse have I been grafted to?
That's not Venus's body!" she wailed.

Dumbly she stared, transfixed along Jets flanks as she tried to
understand what had happened.

"Calm down Jenny," I urged soothingly. "There is nothing wrong. We have
grafted you to Jet. You know; the lovely black stallion who guards all
the mares."

"But why!" demanded Jenny as huge tears poured down her cheeks.

The moment we had all been waiting for had finally arrived. I gently
put both my arms around her waist then kissed her as I licked the salt
tears away and whispered softly in her ear.

"So that you can enjoy having a cock again."

Jenny suddenly stopped twisting as though paralyzed and stared
with stunned surprise at me. I felt her torso go tense as the
realisation flooded into her brain. We all waited tensely with bated
breath as the light finally dawned in her brain. A broad smile slowly
started to spread across her face.

She stared down at her human pussy and saw nothing. A puzzled frown
developed before the true meanings of my words finally crashed into her
brain.

"Y- you mean I- I- I've got Jet's penis."

"Got it in one my love," I replied as I gently massaged her waist.

Jenny struggled to get off the table and look under her flanks but she
hurt herself and let out a painful squeal. It ended more like a whinny
and we realised that Jet was waking up.

"Whooa. Steady now Jenny. You hurt Jet when you moved then. You won't
be able to twist down and see it until the scars around your waist and
Jet's withers have healed. So lets take our time eh, and try to get
down off the cradle. Be careful, we don't want to do any damage O.K.?"

I nodded to the girls and they gently hoisted the rump up so that Jenny
could carefully ease her rear legs down onto the floor. Tentatively -
just as Vee had done-, Jenny landed first one leg and then the other on
the floor. She twitched with pins and needles before finally giggling
victoriously as she slowly started to slide her forelegs off the
cradle. Eventually the hoist was partially supporting her as she stood
unsteadily on all four legs paddling her hooves sensitively.

"Oooh! The pin and needles tickle in my feet."

"That's to be expected my dear," I smiled. "After you've got the whole
weight on your legs I'd like to do some more tests O.K.?"

She nodded happily as she continued testing the floor with her
hooves.

"O.K. Then, close your eyes and tell me what you feel."

I gently stroked Jets penis and it started to get erect. Jenny
shuddered and then started to sway as she wiggled her hips and Jet's
rump. She swished her magnificent silky tail and let out a long soft
gentle sigh of pleasure.

"Mmmm! That's nice. Do it again."

I gently squeezed the shaft of Jets penis and Jenny let out a sharp
squeak of pleasure.

"Oh! Ahh! That's right. Just there, oh! That's lovely. No!! Don't stop;
go on pleease. Mmmm!"

"I'm sorry Jenny. I'm going to have to stop. We've got to establish
just how much you are communicating with Jet."

"Ahh! That's not fair. I was enjoying that."

"Well if you don't mind. I'd like you to concentrate now."

"Now. Where do you think I touching you just then?"

"On my clitty, I think. Oh! No; no- wait a minute. Ahh this is
confusing. I'm getting some sort of pictures or something. I- It's Jet
I think. Yes! Yes! It's Jet. Wow! There's a whole load of pictures
flooding in. Ugh, they're all sort of sepia, like the old photographs.
Vee is that how Juno sees?"

"She used to," replied Veronica. "Now she sees quite happily through my
eyes and she gets colour. Jet will start to see with your eyes as he
adjusts to your senses. Those sepia pictures are his memories."

I had to bring Vee and Jenny back to earth.

"Never mind about whether they're colour or not," I interrupted, "what
do the pictures tell you?"

"He's very excited," replied Jenny.

"I'm not surprised. What does he think now?"

I carefully tickled the penis and Jenny twitched again.

"Oooh! That's nice, don't stop."

"Did you actually feel it, or did Jet send it to your brain?"

Jenny frowned at this question.

"It's impossible to say. My clitty feels terrific when you play with it
like that. Ooh! Again, don't stop. Keep going."

I smiled at my friends as our worries evaporated. Jenny must be getting
direct sensations from Jet's cock if she actually thought we were
tantalising her own clitty.

"Open your eyes Jenny and look at what I'm actually doing."

Jenny opened her eyes and looked down her cleavage to her pussy. Wide-
eyed surprise registered as she realised where my hands were playing.

"Aaahh!" she squeaked, "I thought you were playing with my clitty."

"No Jenny," I laughed with relief, "I was playing with Jet's penis and
you were feeling it as well."

I reached under her flanks and gently squeezed her new testicles. Jenny
lurched nervously and staggered backwards until she snagged up in the
slings of the hoist.

"Ouch! Steady on Bev. That hurt."

This finally confirmed that Jenny was enjoying all the sensations of a
real penis again and I announced my convictions to the others. They had
already reached this conclusion and my words were superfluous.

Everybody was expressing joy as Cye magically produced a bottle of
champagne.

Jenny's expression was really something to behold. A huge smile had
spread across her face and she shook with emotion as she tried to
wriggle free of the slings around her flanks. We rushed forward to help
her and I surreptitiously stroked her new velvety pussy lips as we
steadied her on all fours without support from the sling. Jenny stood
there for a moment as she familiarised herself with her new stance then
she gently pushed against my lingering hand and pressed her breasts
against my cheeks. I gently kissed her breasts and slowly rubbed my
hand against her hardening clitty.

"Mmmm," she murmured, " you little minx Bev. I still enjoy that as well
you know."

Cynthia spotted our hidden activities and leered over Jenny's flanks.

"Now- now! Let's have none of that yet. I demand we toast to Jenny's
success in champagne."

She handed out glasses of the bubbly liquid and we stood around
Jenny.

"To Jenny!" We all chorused and we tossed the drinks down our throats.

I held Jenny's drink to her lips and she took a little sip. She coughed
as the bubbles tickled her enlarged windpipe before she got her
swallowing action right and finished the glass of in one gulp. I
glanced at Veronica and called the meeting to order.

"Right Cye, you can fill the glasses again for we all have another
toast to make."

The girls looked at me suspiciously as they refilled their
glasses.

"What's this all about Bev?" demanded Jacky suspiciously.

"Everybody get ready for this," I laughed, "I'm pregnant!"

For a second there was a stunned silence and then everybody started
talking at once. The clamour became deafening as I struggled to make
myself heard above the din.

"Silence please. There are a few more things to tell."

I turned to Dr James and put my arms around her.

"Margaret has confirmed that I'm again having twins and I'm not to go
mixing it with the hormones in the labs. It could affect the babies
development and, as you all know, there are enough strange variations
with my babies."

I turned to Cye and Jacky.

"That, ladies, is why I cannot go operating on you two until after the
babies are born. I hope that you understand why I was so reticent
before. I'll have to take it easy from now until parturition. I'm now
over five months gone so it won't be long to wait. If you want to go
ahead with all the other preparations then do so by all means, but I've
been ordered to rest."

I stood there almost preening myself as my friends cheered and hugged
me for joy.

"We promise to look after you Bev. You won't have to do a single
thing," squealed Jenny excitedly.

The party spread from the lab to the house as Jenny slowly accustomed
herself to her new body. Like a newborn foal she swayed and wobbled on
her new legs. Like a newborn foal however, she was gaining confidence
with every minute. By the time she had arrived at the house she was
experimenting with a trot and she skipped into the drawing room. She
was so excited that her new penis became erect again and she struck it
against the corner of the kitchen table.

"Ow-ow!" she wailed, "That hurt!"

"We'll have to do something about that," sSmirked Dot.

She left the drawing room and returned with another 'six limbed'
unitard. Jenny was made to step back into the legs and then it was
drawn comfortably up over her breasts. The belly was finally zipped up
and her penis could no longer flop or wave about. Jenny looked down
along the brightly coloured unitard and smiled as the soft Lycra
slithered and caressed her new velvety body. She gently squirmed as the
clingy material stretched and massaged all her erogenous zones.

"Mmm, this is lovely. I know how you feel now Bev. It's nice isn't it?"

By way of agreement I gently stroked her penis through the silky
stretchy fabric.

"M- mmmm, that's fantastic, don't stop."

"I'm afraid I'll have to stop Jen. There's work to be done."

Jenny gave one last twitch before a little frown crossed her brow. She
turned to me quizzically.

"Just a thought Bev. How am I going to pee with this on? The same way
as Veronica?"

"Oh heavens no Jenny. You'll be urinating through this - I gently
scratched her bulging cock- you'll have to unzip the unitard to pee.
Don't worry, there'll always be one of us around, like before."

Jenny pulled a little face as she considered the situation.

"Why can't I pee like I've always done? Like Vee does?"

"Because your urine flushes your uthrea out," I explained patiently.
"That's why my semen and urine exit via the same outlet. You should
consider yourself lucky. I always have to squat to pee even though I've
got a cock. It's very confusing."

I turned and looked directly at Dr James but she just smiled and
shrugged her shoulders. Jenny smiled as she caught the little interplay
and nodded her head as she accepted my explanation.

"So I'll still need help going to the loo. Especially when I'm
dressed."

"That's right. But when you're naked you'll be able to stand over the
loo and let it dangle straight into the pan. You'd better practice your
aim though or Dot will get angry."

Jenny giggled and rested her head on my shoulder as she spoke.

"Bev, I'm so happy to have a cock again; I wouldn't worry if I had to
pee through my ear. It's wonderful and I'll be yours forever, I
promise."

My body-blouse became damp as her happy tears rolled down my shoulder
and onto my bra. I hugged her tightly.

"I always swore that I'd look after you and Vee. This is only the first
step."

As I hugged her to me, Veronica gently pushed into our embrace and we
three cuddled tight together as we shared our supportive embrace. The
emotion of the moment overwhelmed us and all of us fell into each
other's embrace as the tears of happiness and relief swept over us.

The evening shadows were creeping across the grounds and we
unconsciously wandered towards the big bed. We had to wait and assist
Jenny up the stairs as she trod nervously up the wide stairs. She was
still learning about her body and its limitations. Some of her scars
were still a bit sore but they had healed satisfactorily and there was
little chance of any damage.

As we arrived at the big bed, we did not jump onto it as we normally
did. We simply settled gently upon it and enjoyed the tender emotional
moment as we kissed, cuddled and carefully explored the new additions
to our group.

Veronica was, of course, fascinated with Jenny's new body and she
admitted to being desperate to try things out. We gently warned Vee and
Jenny to avoid anything until Jenny's scar tissue had healed
completely. Vee was more than a little disappointed.

In the darkness we could hear them rubbing their Lycra encased breasts
together as they whispered in each other's ears. It was obvious that
Vee and Juno were helping Jenny continue exploring her intimate mental
contact with Jet and giving her pointers about the mind linkage. They
lay head to head with their lips and breasts touching. Their Lycra
encased bodies stretched to form a wall around the rest of us and we
cuddled up within the protective fort created by their bodies.

Occasionally Vee or Jenny let out a little gasp or giggle as they
revealed some little equine confidence about Juno or Jet. They
occasionally divulged their little secrets to us and even we, with our
strange lifestyle, were occasionally surprised by their revelations.

Naturally we 'normal' girls became aroused by all the activity and the
lovemaking became all the more interesting by the useful proximity of
Veronicas additional parts. Poor Jenny and Jet would have to wait a
little longer before fully participating in our pleasures. I of course
simply lay quietly enjoying my fecund lump and cuddling up to the
celibate Jenny.

I could tell however, by the immense rigid bulge under Jenny's Lycra
unitard, that she was more than ready to participate. The crotch
between her forelegs was also very damp and I gently caressed Jenny
there as she crooned and whinnied gently.

With Jenny and Jet so frustrated the other girls didn't spend a very
restful night. She twitched and shuddered all night as they shared
their mutual dreams. For me however, protectively curled up inside
the curve of Jenny's flanks it was blissful night.

We were woken in the morning by a loud thump and a whinny of surprised
pain. Jenny, had been twitching and turning as she woke up and fallen
out of bed. We four stared over the edge of the bed and laughed as
Jenny struggled to right herself. She was so stiff that she wriggled
like a stranded beetle for a few moments before she noticed our line of
grinning faces. She looked down her body and giggled.

"Come girls. Give a friend a hand. I'm still hurting too much to twist
around properly."

We all clambered out and gently eased Jenny upright. Once there she
easily rose to her feet. We stood admiring her magnificently beautiful
body as she stretched her stiff limbs. Her full breasts extended
magnificently under the straining material of the unitard whilst her
new cock bulged alarmingly erect as she stretched her legs and
collapsed again upon the bed. There was no shifting her as she savoured
the satiny sheets.

I was also bursting to pee for the babies were pressing on my bladder.
They now paid their usual respects by kicking and tossing and everybody
saw the little twitches under my stretchy sleeping teddy. They all
demanded a feel of the movements before I was allowed to relieve
myself. The kicking started an unexpected bout of morning sickness and
I promptly started to retch and moan as Vee and Cye joined me in the
bathroom and gently stroked my brow. I vomited violently.

They called Dot to come and lend a hand and she arrived fully dressed
in pretty new maids uniform to assist as needed. Cye and I then removed
Vee's unitard and we all three stepped into the huge bath as it filled.

We soaped each other down and splashed contentedly in the bath as Dot
laid out our day clothes. Cye gently held my penis and displayed it to
Veronica as she spoke.

"We'd better make the most of this. In a few more weeks Bev is going to
be so big with the twins that she wont be able to serve us properly and
we might have to go months without a proper rodgering."

"Ha! Speak for yourself," laughed Vee, "I've got Jenny to serve me as
well now. Juno and I share all the same sensations in both our pussies
so we'll be O.K.

Jenny'll be O.K. as well, because she and Jet share the same sensations
in his cock and her clitty."

I smiled as Vee continued talking about Jenny and Jet.

"Jenny is really excited about having a penis again and Jet is really
curious to know what a clitty and pussy feels like."

With this revelation, Veronica smiled and kissed us both as she
continued.

"I must admit that Jenny and I can't say thank you enough for all
this." She motioned to her rump as her glance encompassed all her
equine parts.

I casually reached out and gently ran my hand over Vee's soaking wet
velvety coat. It felt just like crushed velvet all in one and I
couldn't help becoming aroused as my hand wandered under her tail.
With no anus or uthrea, her rump was as clean as a whistle and my hand
lingered knowingly around her pony-pussy. Vee gave a little shudder and
pushed gently backwards against my hand. I gently felt her clitty and
it was swollen. Vee was 'in season' and anxious for a cock.

I smiled knowingly and Cye smirked as she caught my eye.

"Are you feeling horny Vee?"

"I'll say," she gasped as her rump started to gyrate against my hand.

My gentleman friend was rock hard and I stood up in the bath. Cye had
realised what was afoot and she gently rose up out of her moulded bath
side seat. She gently took Vee's shoulders and breasts in her hands as
she slowly brushed her breasts against Vee's. With Vee's nipples now
erect and excited she gently reached under Vee's front pussy and softly
caressed her velvety cunt lips. Veronica whimpered with delight as I
carefully positioned myself behind her.

"What ever you do Vee," I urged, "don't kick back or you'll break both
my legs. Are you really ready for this."

Vee looked over her shoulder and smiled with a desperate
urgency.

"Don't mess about Bev. Hurry up."

I rubbed my rigid cock against her swollen clitty and Vee started to
rotate her rump responsively. She let out a deep sigh and then
snickered softly as Juno expressed her delight. For several minutes I
gently pushed and prodded my cock against their rear clitty as they
slowly approached an orgasm. Cye had slipped out of the bathroom and
obtained a clitty tickler, which she deftly slipped over my gentleman
friend. This protruded down under my penis and exactly caught Juno's
clitty every time I sank my meagre ten inches into her pussy. For me it
was a totally new sensation as the soft velvety scabbard clenched and
rippled around my penis.

Juno and Veronica however, were almost dancing with joyful lust as the
tickler rhythmically probed and brushed their pony-clitty. Their rump
started to thrust back and forth like a piston as they approached their
climax. The action was entirely human. No mare responded like that.

I had to warn them not to get carried away for I was in danger of being
trodden to death as their hooves drummed ecstatically with excitement.
Cynthia realised the danger and gently led me backwards to kneel on
Jenny's old 'disabled' seat. Veronica and Juno simply backed up
determined to keep my cock and it's tickler firmly embedded in their
love tube.

My feet were now raised off the bottom of the bath and their hooves
remained free to thrash and stamp all they liked. This they continued
to do with the accompaniment of neighing and whimpering as both Juno
and Vee exploded into the maelstrom that was their orgasm. It was the
loudest squealing and whinnying that I had ever heard. Suddenly they
gave the most violent convulsion and it threw me out of the bath
altogether. Their rump had lurched backwards and I had tried to grab
their flanks as my bum fetched up against the bath rim. I couldn't gain
any purchase and I flipped backwards off the seat, out of their pussy
and over the edge of the bath to be rudely deposited on my bum on the
floor.

I squeaked with surprise as I sat there on my tender bum with my
glistening erection rearing from my bruised peachy thighs.

"Oooh Jen! Are you all right?" called Cye as she rushed around the bath
to help me.

"I think so," I replied as I ruefully felt my body. "No bones broken,
just a bruised bum and some hurt pride. Did they come?" I asked
indicating the centaur still wriggling her rump in the bath.

"Ooohh! Did we ever!" moaned Veronica as she gently lay down in the
water with her flanks and breasts heaving and swelling from the
exertions. "Juno says that she has never had such a tremendous time.
It was that wonderful sensation on her clitoris that did it for both of
us."

Veronica caught sight of the stiff pink rubber tickler on my still
erect penis and smiled. I self-consciously tried to remove it but it
was a little too tight. Veronica giggled and twitched her rump.

"I hope that Jenny and Jet will be allowed to use one of those when the
time comes. Juno reckons that it's the making of sex for a mare."

Cynthia studied the clitty tickler and my still erect penis as I
settled down in the bath again. It rose from the water like an angry
purple sea monster with a frilly collar that browsed on the underside
of the cliff that was my swollen pregnant tummy. I shifted nervously as
I caught Cye licking her lips.

"If there's any of that left, I would like some," she whispered.

"Well my bum is a bit sore so be careful."

Cynthia rejoined Veronica and me in the bath and we enjoyed an ecstatic
coupling. She washed and soaped my rigid organ so as to rotate the
tickler around my cock, and then she gently sat upon my thighs and
slowly sank her sex onto me.

Her warm wet love tube slowly embraced my organ until her peachy bum
settled against my thighs and the tickler was embedded against her
trigger. She let out a soft gasp and slowly started to gyrate and grind
her clitty against the tickler.

The soft embrace of her love tube caused splendid sensations to my cock
and I gently squirmed as my own orgasm started to bubble up from the
depths of my being. Suddenly my babies started to kick as the raw
animal lust of my passion permeated my whole being. Cynthia let out a
squeak of delight as their kicking translated through my bulge and
gently prodded her stomach. It was obvious that my pleasure was being
translated to my babies and I felt a strange sense of duality as my
womb and cock both expressed peaks of fulfilment.

A deep gravid sense of wholeness began to expand from the very source
of my loins as my orgasm rose in my core and exploded like a bomb in
the depths of Cynthia's being. She squealed and cried as her own
responses were triggered off and she collapsed along my body in a
paroxysm of rapture. My twins were kicking violently and she gently
ground her clitty against the tickler in her attempts to feel their
movement through my tummy. She lay there for all of ten minutes as she
and I savoured the close intimacy of our unified parts.

As we lay together with our heads on Veronica's soft velvety flanks
Jacky inadvertently burst in. Her sharp brain realised instantly what
was going on. Veronica's languid condition and our compromising
position said it all. Fortunately, she was tactful enough to ignore the
scene, as she demanded help in getting Jenny and Jet out of bed and to
the loo. Reluctantly we three clambered out of our bath and toweled
each other down.

We returned naked to the bedroom to help Jenny get up. She was still a
little stiff and sore from sleeping awkwardly and falling out of bed so
we gently eased her to the bathroom. There we assisted with Jenny's
first attempt to use the loo. It was little bit messy until she worked
out how and where to position herself but eventually we worked it out.
Once Jenny was relieved, Dot ran another hot bath and we all gently
helped Jenny into it. The hot water and bath salts helped ease her
stiffness.

"Oooh! That's gorgeous," she cooed as the hot water soothed and
supported her body.

We four continued gently soaping and massaging her as she reveled in
the care and attention.

"I think I might have overdone it yesterday but if this is the sort of
treatment I'm going to get, I'll gladly make the sacrifice."

"Don't get to enjoy it too much," laughed Jacky, "we've a long way
to go yet."

Jacky then slipped into the bath with Jenny whilst we three got
dressed. Dot had laid out our clothes on our respective dressing tables
and we prepared for a lazy summer day. It was nice to let Dot choose
our ensembles for she certainly had a knack in determining exactly what
clothes suited our moods.

I wore a black body with leggings and a loose skirt whilst Cynthia had
a tight fitting cat suit over her teddy. This helped to disguise the
joints where her stumps fitted into her prosthesis and made her appear
to have normal legs. We then both helped Veronica into her 'four-legged
unitard'. This was a roll neck version with a small zipper and peep-
hole at the back of her neck so the only parts of her body that were
visible were her head, her beautiful hair, mane and tail, then her four
polished hooves.

Her arm stumps were completely encased so that once ensconced in the
suite, Veronica was completely unable to get undressed or attend to any
of her personal functions. All access to her body was completely
blocked by the unitard and her breasts were supported by integral lacy
under wired cups. As Cynthia and I gently stretched the garment over
Veronica's body we exchanged significant glances across her back like
two riders saddling a horse. Veronica was not slow to realise that the
garment imprisoned her and she looked nervously at Cynthia and I.

"I can't go to the loo or anything in this," she complained.

"What is Dot up to making this?" she demanded as she wriggled her
useless arm stumps around under the unitard.

"I don't know my love but it looks really fetching on you. Don't you
agree?"

The shiny stretchy Lycra certainly enhanced Veronica's soft feminine
curves whilst simultaneously allowing her freedom to gallop.

"What else can we dress you in Vee?" I asked. "I can't see any sort of
skirt or blouse fitting you and you really do have to cover up that
beautiful pony pussy of yours because it does look and feel exactly
like a girl's. What would you suggest?"

Vee stood dumbly silent as she realised the logic of my argument.
Clothing was going to be a difficult issue. Skirts and dresses were
going to be very impractical unless it was something like the old
medieval skirts that knights decorated their horses with.

Dot would certainly be able to run up frilly close fitting sexy teddies
and underwear etc but the most convenient outer garment was a unitard
or an 'all in one' made from some suitably elastic material like lycra.

"It really would be O.K. If we had arms," cried Veronica frustratedly.

"Well early days yet Vee," I replied as I patted her trapped stumps
affectionately, "but I will certainly tell Dot about leaving proper
access for your toilet."

I then picked up Jenny's unitard and it also lacked proper provision
for Jenny's toilet needs. Jenny made the same complaint as we dressed
her and I had to admit it was a little unfair.

After we had all dressed and eaten breakfast I tackled Dot about the
new unitards and 'all in ones' that the centaurs were expected to wear.

"Why have you stopped putting access and poppers in them Dot?" I asked.

"Well Veronica still tends to make too much of a splash as she goes to
the loo and she always demands that I help her button her crotch up
after.

If Jenny is allowed to start going on her own as well then we are going
to have to seriously consider modifying some of the toilets to stop her
splashing everywhere -and another thing. If she's anything like the
other stallion, she will sometimes have an erection when she pees.
I've seen it when I've fed him titbits in the morning. It's all very
well out in the field but in here, in my bathrooms, she'll splash all
over the place if she's erect. It's O.K. when she's flaccid but we are
going to have to get some sort of special male urinal for Jenny when
she's horny."

I had failed to realise that Dot's task was becoming more difficult.
Her workload was increasing and despite the sexual thrill she enjoyed
from housework she was becoming overloaded.

There would have to be changes if we were to accommodate the centaurs
satisfactorily. I decided that priority after Cye and Jacky's ops would
be attaching proper arms to Vee and Jenny. This would remove the need
for feeding and caring that they still sadly needed.

Cynthia and Jacky's operations would also be useful pointers in our
quest for creating 'human' hands. They would also determine how the
horses reacted to having hands. There would be some interesting
cerebral research in this quarter.

For the present though, Jenny and Vee would have to accept Dots demands
that they be accompanied to the loo until we could do something
constructive.

'They should be thankful for small mercies' I thought, 'they were at
least mobile now and infinitely better off than they had been.'

I explained this to my friends and beseeched them to be patient whilst
our other priorities were attended to.

The first of these priorities was to inform my parents that they were
going to be grandparents again and to tell Bernard and Jeanette that
they were going to have a brother and sister.

Margaret's daughter Susan also had to be advised that she was getting
another brother and sister. I smiled at the strange complexity of it
all. By all the normal mores of human biology, Susan could expect a
'full blooded' brother and sister but in the strange complex
circumstances of my hermaphrodism, they were only 'partially' related.

I arranged to travel with Margaret and drop her off at Miss Lanes
academy where I could pick up my son and two daughters, Bernard and
Jeanette my 'own' children and Susan my daughter to Margaret. I
would then journey on to my parents and break the happy news.