Mare's Tales - Chapter 24 – by: Beverly Taff

Margaret and I arrived in the farmyard as they were clambering out of
the chopper that had landed in the paddock. Dot had heard the clatter
and warned the centaurs to hide. She appeared in the yard and joined
our welcoming committee to greet my parents and the children. The older
children carried the younger ones piggyback style as they scampered
towards us. We braced ourselves to receive the onslaught and they
crashed joyfully into us amidst squeals of joy and hugs of delight. My
parents followed at a more sedate pace but the joy of our reunion was
just as intense as I hugged my step mum and dad.

"Thanks for looking after them at such short notice. Have they been any
trouble?"

"No trouble at all," beamed my father. "They've been absolutely
marvelous." He kissed my cheek again as he smiled and spoke again.

"Thanks for such wonderful grandchildren Beverly. I'll really be
wanting to see much more of them."

I studied my children, particularly Bernard. There was no more hiding
his distinctly feminine attributes and I caught my father's eye as he
noticed my concern. My father smiled and patted my shoulder and put his
other arm around his grandson. This was his way of showing that he'd
accepted Bernard's hermaphrodism.

I breathed deeply with relief as I realised that that particular hurdle
had been cleared. I noticed that Bernard however was wearing a pair of
female cut stretch denim jeans whilst the girls were wearing frocks.
There was no hiding the bulge in the crotch of his jeans that seemed
totally at odds with his well-formed breasts. He caught me studying him
and tried to hunch his shoulders and cross his legs as though trying to
hide his dual sex.

I gently hugged him again and whispered some reassurance in his ears.
Then he stood tall and straight as though proud of his attributes. He
was a few inches shorter than me but would probably grow taller unless
he chose femininity and hormones.

With the hugging over, my father and my 'son' swept up the little ones
and marched towards the door.

"Now Beverly; what about these strange and wonderful creatures the
children keep talking about. Is it really true about what you and
your friends have achieved?"

"Yes daddy. I wrote to you. Don't you believe me?"

"Well I can't wait to see them. Come on. Where are they?"

"Well a few warnings first daddy," I cautioned, "they are NOT
creatures, they are still my friends. We treat each other just as we
did before they were injured. They are still human, O.K."

"Anything you say Beverly, I'm itching to meet them."

"So am I," added my stepmother.

The children squealed again with delight at the notion of meeting their
centaur friends again and they set up a general hubbub of excitement,
as they demanded to see them.

"Come on then," I laughed, "I know how much you little monsters like to
play with them."

The centaurs were all sat around the kitchen table with their fronts
sat on the backless stools whilst their rumps stuck out supported by
their rear legs. They sat for all the world like a family of four
sitting down to Sunday lunch. They welcomed us in and the children
squealed again as they argued about who was going to sit on who's back.

"Quiet now you kids," I scolded. "We want to talk."

"Oh don't worry about these six little terrors," laughed Jacky as she
swept Bernard up onto Jenny's back. "They'll sit quietly whilst we
talk; won't you kids?"

"I'd like a gallop," demanded Bernard.

"And me!" chorused Jeanette and Susan.

"Well not yet children," Teased Veronica. "We grown ups want to talk."

"Dot tempted them with some biscuits and trifle and the children
tumbled into the conservatory. My father and stepmother both turned to
me. They had been stunned into silence on first seeing my centaur
friends and were amazed at the easy familiarity the children had shown.
My father finally found his voice as the echoes of the children's
laughter faded into the conservatory and garden.

"Beverly, there are going to be serious problems when all this becomes
public. What on earth are the authorities going to say?"

Veronica interrupted before I could answer.

"Well first of all Mr Hart, I can say that we haven't broken any laws.
We have each voluntarily agreed to the operations so nobody can accuse
us of any horror stories about cruelty or torture."

"But surely," my father persisted, "you will become objects of ridicule
and curiosity wherever you go."

"We'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it," interrupted
Jenny, "as far as we are concerned it was imperative to recover our
mobility and this was the only way we could do it."

"But what about your missing arms?" begged my Stepmother as she frowned
at my friend's stumps. "You'll be utterly vulnerable to unwanted
attentions!"

"Well actually Mrs Hart," replied Jenny. "That's the next hurdle. We
have nearly completed the research into that field and we aren't far
off getting ourselves arms."

"About six months we guess," added Cynthia. "Maybe even less."

"Good God!" exclaimed my father, "Are you really that close?"

"Yes," confirmed Jacky, "We've already tested all the theories and we
are developing acceptable arms from genetically engineered anthropoid
apes."

"But what about the musculature and hair," persisted my father, "they
would look monstrously out of proportion and everything."

Jenny looked at Vee and I as she turned to speak to my dad.

"Mr Hart, I know you're a man of the world so you shouldn't be too
squeamish. Would you like to see my coat under this unitard?"

"Why d'you ask Jenny?"

"Well you seem concerned about flesh tone, musculature and things
aesthetic. I think if you saw our flanks and rumps you would realise
that we have already well and truly solved those problems. Rest assured
Mr Hart, when you see those apes you won't notice any difference
between theirs and human skins. Here look at this."

She motioned to Cye to help her remove her unitard. Cye stepped over
and completed Jenny's request. She had her torso body shaper on so her
human parts were modestly covered as the unitard was peeled back
completely. Jenny stood before my parents completely unabashed as my
father's face reddened when he noticed her stallion's penis. Jenny
simply ignored the signs of my father's embarrassment as she sidled up
to him. She looked over her own shoulder at her rump and invited him
to inspect it.

"Now, if you're worried about texture and things, just feel my
coat."

"My poor father stood mesmerised for several moments before he
cautiously touched Jenny's rump. His hand lay there uncertainly for a
few moments before he gently ran his hands over her rump and down her
flanks. Soon he was gently stroking and squeezing her coat in sheer
amazement at its velvety satiny texture. His scientific mind overcame
his embarrassment and he turned to Mary my stepmother.

"It's incredible Mary! Here, you feel it. Her coat is like velvet or
satin and it feels as soft as any woman's flesh."

My stepmother reddened but stepped forward and cautiously tested
Jenny's coat. She even sniffed the coat as her nose detected the
delicate scent that Jenny was wearing. Finally she ran her hands
through Jenny's tail before turning to me.

"Why Beverly, it's incredible. The- the coat is like velvet and her t-
tail is just like her hair."

"Who on earth managed all this?" demanded my father.

"We all did it. It was a complete combined team effort," replied Jenny.

"Well I'm shocked and impressed. Uh-uhhm, do you think you could get
dressed again young lady. I- I'm getting a bit embarrassed."

My stepmother picked up the discarded unitard and stood bemused in
front of Jenny before Jacky assisted and they both redressed Jenny. My
stepfather looked on and nodded his head.

"I can see now why you want your own hands."

"Exactly Mr Hart," replied Jenny, "And rest assured that once we've
solved the hands problem, we're going public. Not before though! I want
to make sure I get some hands before any stupid lawyers get messy. With
apologies to Veronica I must add."

"Don't mind me," laughed Vee, "I'm the lawyer but I feel exactly the
same way."

My dad was forced to agree. We had convinced him of the justification
of our work and that we should complete our endeavours before tangling
with any courts or judges. It was doubtful that any judge would try to
reverse a fait accompli. On this final note we prepared for dinner.

The children returned after stuffing themselves with cake and trifle
and the centaurs agreed to take them riding whilst I discussed the
children's future with my parents. They set off shrieking with delight
as the centaurs swept wildly across the rolling meadows with the
children riding bareback.

Each of the older children was an excellent rider and they held their
younger siblings in front of them as the little ones gurgled and
squealed with pleasure. As we settled around the table our last view
was of the centaurs hurtling over the downs with the children clinging
like limpets to their backs. I smiled and nodded towards the children
through the window before speaking to my parents.

"You see dad, the problem is that both Bernard and Nicholas are full
hermaphrodites. Margaret and I are pretty sure that they will turn out
exactly like me." My father shook his head before he replied.

"I don't know what to think. I'm so confused. I always wanted a son and
grandsons and the irony is I've got them. It's just hard seeing them as
girls but functioning as both male and female."

"Well it'll soon be time for Bernard to decide what he wants. He's
reaching puberty earlier than the girls and the sooner the better if he
elects for any surgery."

"Are you going to send the younger ones to Miss Lanes as well?" asked
Mary.

"Yes mummy. It's the same equation for Nicholas as well. He would be
treated unmercifully by other pupils if he was sent to a boys school,
especially when our work here becomes public."

"Hmmm, yess," pondered my father, "there is that aspect as well."

"We could educate them here ourselves but their is the social aspect
and they do need to mix with other children."

"It is a problem isn't it?" mused my father again as he turned to
Margaret. "What do you intend to do with Pauline?"

"The same as Susan. She'll go to Miss Lane's with Nicholas and
Christine. She is your granddaughter as well though so what are your
feelings about it."

My father shook his head again and smiled.

"Of course, I'm not forgetting that. It's just that Beverly's children
are-"

He paused for a moment, embarrassed by his thoughtless display of
favouritism.

"Oh I'm sorry, that's not what I mean. They're all my grandchildren and
all precious to me."

Margaret smiled softly. She understood the confusion my father
suffered. A pregnant silence hung over the kitchen before Mary broke
the impasse.

"So it's agreed then. Miss Lane's for the younger children as well."

I was relieved that there was agreement about it.

"What's the youngest Miss Lane will take?" asked Mary.

"It depends on the child really," replied Margaret, "A good example is
Beverly, a transvestite child who was cross dressing at nine or ten.
Seven is the youngest we've ever taken and even that was a little
tricky. You need a really understanding matron for such young boys with
unusual tendencies. We've even accepted some rather precocious young
girls at that age and they've never proved to be a problem. We find
that provided the little boys have female company they adjust quite
readily to pettycoating."

"Well that's it then," concluded my father, "I can't think of a
better place for our children with their problems."

"They are not problems dad," I chided, "unless other people make them
into problems."

"Well it'll be some time before we have to address the problem for the
smaller ones, we may as well make the most of this little holiday and
get this place ship-shape."

As he finished with these words, he got up from the table to emphasise
his actions.

The rest of my parent's stay was spent helping to get the place ready
to continue our researches. A few weeks later they left the place in a
happier frame of mind. We had only to keep it secret for a few more
months and our immediate problems would be over. With this target in
view we set to with a vengeance tackling the last remaining problems.

There was one more little incident, which made us realise just how
urgent it was for Jenny and Vee to receive their arms, and it involved
the older children.

The incident occurred a month or so after my parents had left. Jenny
and Vee were at a loose end one afternoon and each casually reading a
novel whilst sitting in the orchard. One of the advantages to being
centaurs was that they could sit on the damp grass in waterproof
unitards without getting cold and they were idly chatting when the
children came bounding up.

"Aunty Jenny, Aunty Vee, come and see what we've found in one of the
old stables," urged Jeanette, my older daughter.

With nothing better to do both centaurs shrugged their shoulders and
followed the two girls into one of the old stables.

The electricity had not been connected to this older remote part of the
outbuildings and it was fairly dark inside. Without thinking or
suspecting anything Jenny and Vee strolled inside only to find
themselves trapped in a holding frame like the ones used for
restraining cattle whilst vets operated on them.

Just as quickly they were gagged and blindfolded because they had no
human arms to defend themselves. They were as helpless as any other
farm animal boxed into the frame. Despite their best efforts the
children had them neatly trapped and utterly helpless before swiftly
undressing them.

Suddenly Jenny and Vee found themselves being bridled and harnessed
like horses until they were completely restrained and helpless between
the shafts of a light carriage. Their gags were left in but their
blindfolds were removed after blinkers had been fitted. They discovered
that they had been neatly harnessed with Vee on a loose rein in front
and Jenny in tandem behind her between the shafts.

What was the worst however was that this was no ordinary harness. The
little terrors had discovered an old saddler's repair kit and several
meters of spare leather strapping. From this they had stitched some
highly controversial little additions to the normal harness.

Under the tailpiece of Vee's harness they had stitched an extra strap
leading down over her pony pussy and under her belly to attach to the
girth strap. This strap had a large dildo attached and then buried
deep into her pony pussy. An extra rein then lead right back under
Jenny's belly to the drivers seat so that the driver could gently tug
the dildo to make it slide in and out of Vee's pony pussy.

Furthermore another dildo had been attached to Vee's farthingale and
this was lodged into her front pussy. It was attached by two short
straps to her forelegs so that with each step it jiggled up and down
causing her girl pussy to get horny. Finally a bondage harness was
fitted over her human torso so that her breasts were pushed up and out
where the long whip could easily whisk her nipples.

Jenny had fared no better. She was trapped in a similar bondage harness
as Vee but her farthingale dildo was attached to the rein leading from
Vee's pony pussy and under her belly. Every time the driver stimulated
Vee, Jenny received the same attention to her girl pussy. This ensured
that they got the same instructions at the same time and performed like
a well-drilled pair. A set soft leather of cock rings was fitted over
Jenny's stallion cock and these were also attached to the long dildo
rein.

With each tug on the dildo rein both centaurs received sexual
stimulation. In addition to this of course, both girls had human
bridles over their heads and were completely at the mercy and control
of the driver. The blinkers of course prevented Jenny and Vee from
seeing who was driving them so there would be little to tell when they
got back.

In the gloom of the barn they were gently urged forward until they were
standing obedient and nervous between the large double-ended doors of
the old threshing barn behind the main farmhouse.

The rear doors were opened and the centaurs were presented with a view
of the fields that was invisible from the house. Nobody would see
them being driven out onto the fields.

Jenny and Vee tried to talk but the gagged bits prevented all but
the most muffled sounds to escape their mouths.

Suddenly the reins were flicked and the dildo rein was tugged gently
twice. Jenny and Vee twitched anxiously as they carefully walked
forward into the field. As soon as they were behind the dip and
invisible to the farmhouse they were put through their paces. The reins
were flicked and the dildo rein tugged firmly as the whip flicked
across their breasts and nipples. Jenny and Vee realised that whoever
was driving them had certainly got excellent skills with a carriage and
pair. Within a few moments they were being urged along at a brisk trot
whilst the dildo rein was rhythmically tugged back and fore.

In less than a quarter of an hour both Jenny and Vee were being brought
to the most desperate state. As they were driven along at a brisk trot
their orgasms were building up to create a maelstrom of frustration in
their controlled bodies. Each time the driver noticed them getting too
excited he stopped activating the dildo rein and whisked their rumps
with the whip. Both Jenny and Vee were being cleverly brought to within
an inch of satisfaction before being let down again time and again.

After a full hour of this desperate tantalisation the carriage came to
a sheltered glade and my poor friends were made to stop. Their bridles
were tethered to a tree and they were made to wait like a pair of
common hackney horses while the children enjoyed a picnic. Never had
Jenny and Vee suffered such awful humiliation. What was worse was that
the harnesses dredged up all the old humiliations and fears of the
early days at Miss Lanes.

The worst part for Jenny was that her embarrassing erection would not
subside because of the cock straps and there was nothing she could do
to relieve it. For Vee on the other hand, the dildo in her front pussy
was a fraction too short to reach her buried clitty. By carefully
kneeling down she could almost press the dildo sufficiently far up her
cunny to reach her clitty but the farthingale strap simply prevented it
from making the final crucial centimetre.

All during the picnic poor Vee was constantly pawing with her forelegs
to try and get the dildo onto her clitty. Whichever of the children had
made the harnesses they certainly had an awareness beyond their years.

Eventually the children tired of their picnic and they returned to the
farm. Again the centaurs were brought to within an ace of satisfaction
numerous times before they finally returned to the barn exhausted and
frustrated. Once inside, they were driven into the holding frames and
there held helpless again whilst the giggling children unharnessed
them. Finally, in the pitch darkness they were released naked and
desperate as they stumbled angry and ashamed to the farmhouse. It was
Dot who discovered them trudging stark naked across the farmyard with
tears of anger and frustration pouring from their eyes.

She uttered an oath of surprise and called to us.

"Good God! Beverly, Margaret, all of you. Come quickly. There's
something wrong with Jenny and Veronica."

We bundled out of the drawing room to meet Jenny and Vee as they
staggered through the split farmhouse door. I was stunned at their
exhausted mud spattered state and their helpless nudity.

"What in God's name has happened to you two?" demanded Margaret.

Poor Vee was on the point of collapse and she sagged against the large
kitchen table. Jacky and Cye rushed to support her and helped her down
the hall to one of the large special settees in the drawing room. Once
they were settled on comfortable settees they related their
experiences. After hearing the story I wasn't sure what to make of it.
A stunned silence settled over us as each of us mulled over the
implications.

"Well?" demanded Jenny angrily. "What are we going to do about them?"

"They must be punished somehow," added Vee.

"And what would you suggest?" inquired Margaret.

"Well they're your children. It's up to you and Beverly to do
something."

"Point granted," I conceded, "The problem is; how?"

Again a silence settled before Jacky spoke up.

"The question we all have to address is where they learned about such
activities. It's something usually beyond the comprehension of
teenagers. Bondage and all that."

"Yes. That's something we'll have to find out. I'll go and get them."

With these words I stalked off to collar the children. As I marched
angrily across the farmyard I spied them playing in another barn where
the lights were on.

It was getting dark now and time for dinner so I called them in. As
soon as they emerged from the barn they realised they were for the
high jump. I ordered the three little ones to bed immediately. They
had simply gone along for the ride in the cart and would have no
understanding of what had passed. The older ones were my targets. They
had been expecting trouble and they got it.

It's not necessary to dwell upon the punishment they received but it
fitted the crime and ensured that they would never do such a terrible
thing again. It was several days before I had calmed down enough to
find out where they had learned about such precocious activities. Once
their punishment was over I demanded an explanation. Ruefully they
eventually showed me some old magazines that had been lying in the
saddle-makers repair box.

It was obvious that whoever had owned the farm previously had been
involved in some sort of pony harnessing sports. The pictures were
pretty explicit and I couldn't help suppress a smile as I studied them.
I confiscated them and showed them to the others later that evening.
At least we now knew that it was no fault of ours that the children had
learned of such things. Children would always go rooting especially
teenaged children when they were becoming sexually aware. For us it was
a warning to be a little more circumspect about our lives now that the
older children were growing.

The other outcome was to re-emphasise to us just how helpless and
vulnerable Vee and Jenny were. It became even more imperative to give
them arms. If some evil pervert got hold of them before they had arms
then they would be helplessly vulnerable to a repeat of their
experiences, or worse. Jenny and Vee's behaviour changed quite
appreciably in the remaining months before they got their arms.

A few days after the initial hubbub, I was sitting alone with Jenny and
Vee when the conversation got around to the incident. Their initial
humiliation and offence was subsiding and we began to see a funny side
to the whole affair. The children were still undergoing punishment and
were behaving very contritely as their every need had to be attended to
by us adults. Every essential body function was controlled by us adults
and they had to come begging for assistance whenever their needs became
urgent.

I was making sure that they would fully realise how hurtful and nasty
they had been. Despite this Jenny and Vee still had trouble confronting
the children and unconsciously turned away whenever they met them. It
was this action that concerned me. Jenny and Vee both felt vulnerable
and angry when ever they met the children. The only way was to talk
their anger and fear through.

As we sat chatting I touched upon their feelings about having
been harnessed so cruelly.

"Well I'm still angry and humiliated by it all," censored Jenny. "If I
had hands I would thoroughly thrash them- but then again if I'd had
hands, they never would have been able to do it. Oh if only!"

She cursed quietly as she shrugged her useless shoulders and stared
plaintively at me. I poured another cup of tea for her and she sipped
it through her straw. I pursed my lips as I thought about how needful
they both were of hands. I turned to Vee who had started sobbing
quietly.

"What's the matter my love?" I whispered as I gently stroked her back.

Vee continued sobbing quietly and simply refused to speak. I stared
uncomprehendingly at Jenny who motioned silently with her head and
leaned forward.

"I'll tell you later. When it's more appropriate," she whispered in my
ear.

I poured Vee a second cup and she turned her head away. What ever was
bugging her it was neither the time nor the place to press her. I gave
her a gentle hug and left the drawing room as Jenny settled down beside
her and I heard them whispering. I busied my self with some notes in
the library but I was too disturbed by Vee's behaviour and cocked half
an ear down the corridor. It was totally impossible to hear Jenny and
Vee whispering but their conversation was occasionally interrupted by a
loud moan from Vee. What ever was going on, it was clear that Jenny was
getting to the heart of it.

Later that evening after doing our various duties after supper, Jenny
quietly approached me as Margaret and I discussed notes in the library.

"Bev; a word please," she whispered.

I excused myself from Margaret's company and joined Jenny in the hall.

"Outside would be better," cautioned Jenny, "There are less ears to
hear."

I pulled a face as I frowned and opened the large double doors. There
was no wind but it was a calm frosty evening. The moon provided plenty
of light and Jenny picked her way into the orchard. There amidst the
trees she divulged Vee's secret.

"It's about this afternoon and why Vee was crying."

"Go on," I prompted.

"Well this mustn't go any further."

"Understood. My lips are sealed."

"Well Vee's upset because of what she discovered out there."

"I'm no wiser Jenny."

"Well- it's just that she- she- Well she found out she enjoyed the
little pantomime."

I stared at her for several seconds before fully grasping the jist of
Jenny words.

"Good God! You mean she- she enjoyed the whole thing- the - the bondage
or the horse thing or what?"

"She can't say exactly, but she certainly felt horny and excited."

"Well you both were made horny and frustrated by it. We know that."

"I know that," scolded Jenny, angered by my naiveté, "But Vee feels she
could enjoy it again. The thought of being so utterly helpless and
obedient keeps recurring in her fantasies."

"Oh!" I gasped as I realised what Jenny saying. " I see what you're
driving at now."

There was a pregnant pause before Jenny replied.

"I hope that wasn't a pun."

"I- oh heck no," I giggled. "Sorry no pun intended."

"Good. The problem is. What's to do about it?"

"Has she expressed a specific desire to repeat it?"

"Not in so many words," replied Jenny, "but reading between the lines,
I suspect that's her wish."

I stared long and hard across the pastures towards the southern hills.
The moon was settling behind them and a dark shadow slowly settled
across the orchard. It was completely dark before I spoke again.

"Does she enjoy being helpless and things, with no arms and that?"

"I shouldn't think so. That's just too dammed inconvenient. I think she
would just like to occasionally be harnessed into the shafts and
completely subjugated into bondage."

"Ah well," I sighed. "It takes all sorts I suppose. Does her fantasy
upset her?"

"She's embarrassed to admit it. She only mentioned it to me because
I've shared the experience."

"And what about you," I quizzed.

"Not flipping likely. I'll never trust those little monsters again. At
least- not before I've got arms."

"Point taken."

"Do you think the others aught to know?" wondered Jenny aloud.

"I'll talk to Vee and see what she feels. There aren't any other
secrets between any of us. At least I don't know of any."

"Agreed," replied Jenny. "It's you she usually confides in. She only
told me because we shared the whole humiliation."

"Where is she now?"

"In her own bedroom reading."

"Well I won't disturb her now. I'll see her tomorrow. Let's get some
coffee."

We returned to the house and made the evening drinks. I had some
thinking to do that night.

The following day I picked a suitable moment and told Vee that Jenny
had divulged her secret to me. Vee had secretly hoped she would and she
poured her heart out to me. We spent the whole afternoon discussing it
and Vee eventually became reconciled to her strange new fantasies.

We had established though that whatever the upshot, Vee definitely
wanted new arms. Our researches and developments were to continue
unobstructed.

There was to be one more final wrinkle in our task and this concerned
Jacky and Cye. They had both observed that it was a nuisance having
arms too short to reach their rumps. Whenever their pony pussies itched
they had to help each other scratch them. It was either that, or rub
against a handy surface like a beast in the field. This tended to rip
and tear their Lycra unitards leaving them feeling very vulnerable
until someone could help them change.

I pointed out that even with arms long enough to reach their tails,
they would still need help when dressing.

"To have arms long enough to reach down to reach your rear hooves would
mean arms reaching the floor and this would be hopelessly unacceptable
aesthetically," I argued.

"We're not worried about our rear hooves. We can each give the other a
pedicure whenever we want. It's that crucial couple of inches to our
pony-pussies," pointed out Jacky, "we just can't lean back far enough
to scratch or wash. Watch."

She twisted her slender spine and arched back with all the grace of an
Arab thoroughbred but it was obvious that she just couldn't reach the
last tantalising few inches under her tail.

"Well I can see the problem Jacky but there's not a lot we can do short
of breeding yet more genetically compatible hominoid apes. That could
take a few years. The apes for Becky and Vee are nearly fully grown and
almost ready for the operations."

Jacky's shoulders sagged with disappointment.

"But couldn't we use the other arms off the apes."

"What! And leave the poor creatures armless," I chided.

The laboratory apes were our best-kept secret. They had six limbs
because the additional pair of arms had been grown from Jenny and
Vee's human stem cells implanted in the foetus. The extra arms were in
fact genetic reproductions of Jenny and Vee's original arms that had
been grown on the apes. The additional limbs were just ripe for
amputation off the apes and grafting onto Jenny and Vee.

The apes would then be left with the normal arrangement of two arms and
two legs thus suffering no ill effects. The extra arms were perfect
genetic matches to Jenny and Vee.

"It's a pity that you hadn't mentioned this earlier," I mused. "We
would have had time to do something about it. To do it now would delay
the whole thing for years."

"Well we didn't really consider it a problem until Jenny and Vee had
that nasty experience," mumbled Cye.

"Couldn't we do it after going public?" demanded Jacky.

"I suppose so but it would fraught with all sorts of legal
complications. You know what lawyers are like."

"Well we're prepared to take that risk."

"What do you think about it Cye?" I queried.

"To be frank, I don't feel too threatened I'm quite happy to carry on
as we are. It would be more convenient though."

"Well to be honest that surprises me. As a proper girl you'd be more
vulnerable to rape than Jacky. Do you want to do it before we go
public?"

"Well it's not desperate. But would you like to have to ask somebody to
scratch you, every time you itched back there?" she grinned.

"O.K.," I conceded, "But you'll have to wait until a suitable ape is
grown and that will be after we go public. Are you prepared to risk the
consequences?"

"We've no choice really, have we? Jenny and Vee are desperate to
receive their arms," finished Jacky with a philosophical shrug.

On this note the discussion ended. We set about breeding suitable apes
for Jacky and Cye the following week.

The final weeks passed quickly and soon our plans were ready for
completion. We had tremendous success with the arms because of the
genetic origins of the material. Even an expert would not have
determined their anthropoid origins.

We chose to operate on Vee first for the same reasons as before. It was
easier to graft just below the elbow stumps rather than higher up the
humorous as with Jenny. In Vee's case however we were able to take on
board Jacky's problem and we extended the humorous, ulna and radius
slightly so that she would be able to reach her rump and scratch her
pony-pussy when it itched. All in all it was an excellent solution and
Vee was eventually blessed with a fully functioning pair of arms.

The scars were cleverly hidden around the elbows and invisible to all
but the closest inspection. We were extremely pleased with our work and
the day arrived when Vee had to test her new limbs.

Veronica's first act was to gently touch and caress every accessible
inch of her body with particular attention to her 'naughty bits'.

She crooned ecstatically as she carefully stroked and probed and
pinched the various parts of her newly available body. She then
sensuously drew the body shaper over her flanks and up her torso before
deftly easing the bra straps over her shoulders.

Dot had designed the bra cups to be 'front - loading' and Vee had
little difficulty in gently filling her ripe breasts into the soft lacy
cups. Her next act was to secure the poppers of her front crotch and
then she courtesied with all the aplomb of an old stage trooper. We all
cheered and clapped as she proceeded to slip delicately into her
unitard. The vision of sensuous grace and beauty reminded me of a
beautiful woman delicately donning her stockings or a ballerina in her
tutu sinuously tying her dancing slippers.

Finally she stood fully dressed amidst the cheers and happiness of us
all. She had become the first centaur to dress herself completely and I
couldn't help notice the little looks of envy from the other centaurs,
especially Jacky. I had been proved wrong about needing arms reaching
to the ground. I was amazed at the flexible grace the centaurs enjoyed.
Vee then proudly stepped into the kitchen and proceeded to mix us all
some celebratory drinks.

There was no better way of saying 'thank you' and there were plenty of
joyful laughs as we toasted out success. I was so emotional that I had
a huge lump in my throat and had trouble downing my drink. My feelings
were infectious and it wasn't long before my friends were all sharing
my tears. I finally recovered enough to say a few words.

"Well girls- oh- and boys. Here's to the end of the beginning. It's all
downhill from now on as far as the surgery is concerned. The next big
hurdle is going public."

A silence settled upon us as each one contemplated the future.

"What will you do after we've gone public Bev?" asked Vee nervously.

"Well to be honest, I need a rest. With all the royalties and patent
rights to our work, we should never have to work again. I'd like to
take my children around the world for a couple of years. Anybody care
to join me?"

"Will you keep the island on?" asked Jenny.

"It's not for me to say Jen. Vee tells me it's in the joint names of
all of us. Isn't that right Vee?"

"Yes," she replied. "It's deeded to all seven of us and cannot be sold
without at least five of us agreeing to it. The title passes on to our
heirs and issue pro-rata."

Veronica turned to Jane.

"I'm sorry Jane but this was all transacted long before you came on the
scene. Years ago when our work first began and we feared being
discovered or exposed."

Yet another silence descended as we all reflected upon what had passed
during the long years since the accident with the train. We were all in
our twenties now and my thoughts turned to my children. I had neglected
them too much and now was the time to make up. I reflected on my hopes
for a long holiday with them to try and recover some of the lost time.

We finally enjoyed one more drink before commencing preparations for
dinner. It was a joyful Vee who fed herself with her own fingers and
cutlery and a wistful Jenny who eagerly anticipated her own new arms in
the near future.

That evening we enjoyed some splendid gentle lovemaking as Veronica
exercised her newfound opportunities. She particularly enjoyed
pleasuring herself with her own dildo and finally reaching her own
buried clitoris again. As she began to orgasm happily to her own tune
the soft tears of relief and contentment spilled down her cheeks.

We generously allowed her the privilege and right to do this. Poor Vee
had been beholden to my cock for years and Jane's recent attempts with
her little organ had only served to frustrate Vee. Finally, Vee
exploded in a paroxysmal orgasm as all the tensions and frustrations of
years of bitter helplessness finally escaped from her tortured body and
soul. As the last desperate gasps and moans subsided I gently licked
Vee's tears from her cheeks and we fell asleep hugging each other
amidst our encircling friends.

The next morning dawned cold and crisp. A thick frost had collected on
the windows and the whole Island was covered in a sheet of virginal
white. From the warm coziness of our bedroom we admired the scene that
late autumn presented. There was little time to waste however. Jenny's
surgery was planned for the following days and there was much
preparation. After a breakfast commensurate with the demands of the day
we plunged into the final phase.

Everything went as expected and within a month, as winter closed its
grip, Jenny was finally released from the shackles of her dependency.
Jenny's arms were grafted at the amputation point of her old humorous.
We had deliberately increased the normal length of her humorous to
enable her to easily reach under her belly and attend to her stallion
cock. The disproportionate length of her arms was just noticeable if
you studied her carefully but the additional reach around her rump and
into her 'groin' more than compensated for any slight aesthetic flaw.
Like Veronica, Jenny's first act was to explore her various parts. Her
delicate hands lingered lovingly on the stallion's cock that she had
never been able to touch. After completing her various examinations she
sheepishly made her excuses and disappeared to her bedroom. A knowing
smile spread amongst us as the door closed behind her.

Soon amidst violent bangs and thumps, there was a loud snort and whiney
as Jenny and Jet relieved certain tensions that had had existed ever
since their conjoinment.

For readers of this tale who have not read the earlier tales it may
interest you to learn that each centaur shared their bodies with the
original horse. The original horse's brain lay buried inside the torso
and communicated with the human brain. The various explanations and
descriptions are described in the earlier chapters.

Soon Jenny reappeared looking somewhat the worse for wear. It was
obvious that she needed a bath and we were not slow in joining her
in the huge communal shower. We all shared in her delight at being
able to wash almost her whole body. Only her rear hooves were
inaccessible.

Winter by now had secured its long tenacious hold and we were virtually
housebound except for rare days when a high pressure provided clear
skies and hard frosts.

Our life during these long days was idyllic

For me the best form of thanks that the centaurs could express was the
freedom they enjoyed in completing all the tedious tasks that had been
down to me for years. The centaurs were now able to express their
thanks for my tenacious efforts by doing everything for themselves and
each other.

Of course, despite our best efforts, Cye and Jacky still had some
trouble reaching their pony pussies. Even the best efforts of our
surgery could not quite enable them to stretch around their rumps and
totally satisfy their own needs. Short of grafting new arms like Vee
and Jenny it was simply impossible to make the wrists flexible enough.
They would forever be dependant upon each other for their more
complicated equine urges. At first I thought that this would be a cause
for discontent but I eventually realised that secretly they enjoyed
'helping' each other 'fiddle' with their pony pussies. It was a
constant little reminder of their equine connections and their
dependency upon one another.

As the winter dragged on I slowly began to feel a little guilty at the
life of idle leisure the centaurs almost forced upon me as they refused
to let me do anything for myself.

The last stage of our scientific work had been to lengthen Cye and
Jacky's' arms.

For the remainder of the winter we were busy modifying the transport so
the centaurs would be able to drive. It was essentially a matter of
removing the upright seats and installing benches to accommodate the
centaur's flanks and haunches. They simply entered through the rear
doors and slid onto the benches with their fore hooves on the pedals
and their hands on the wheels. From outside the vehicles it was
impossible to recognise the driver as a centaur. They practised driving
the vans whenever the weather allowed. Additionally we also modified
one of the Landrovers so that they could practice in worse conditions.

The inevitable day arrived when we had to go public.