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Shattered Shards

Hooves and Hippodrakes

By Von Krieger

Tayon sat in the tall grass and bushes beside the small pond. He was quite sure that none of his friends would be concealed in their usual spot, since they hadn't quite enjoyed the show they'd gotten yesterday.

A nomadic band of equitaurs were camped nearby, and were using the muddy, spring-fed pond as a place to bathe. The water was quite shallow this time of year, barely a foot deep during the day, but there were rather plentiful amount of mud, which the horse-head centaurs spread over their bodies.

The human youth smiled as he saw her approach, the cute equitaur girl that himself and a half dozen of his friends had spied on the day before from this very spot. They had chuckled and made soft, appreciative noises as she had taken off her top and rubbed mud upon her generous breasts.

But what had followed next had disgusted them. The equine woman had put on quite a show, making it evident that she was playing with herself; which had made certain signs of arousal perfectly clear.

The other boys had been disgusted by the sight of the thick black shaft that hung between her legs, but Tayon had been enraptured by it. He had reluctantly followed his friends back to the village, but he'd vowed to come back alone and see the bathing beauty.

Just as she had yesterday, she removed the simple leather vest she wore, hanging it on a nearby bush before she stepped into the muck. Weighing a bit more than a horse, she easily sank into the soft, moist mud. She walked towards the middle of the pond, where the springs stirred up the dirt and dust, of which there was always plenty to spare.

She leaned down; her humanoid portion able to bend so easily, the range of motion wider and easier than a human would have bending at the waist. She scooped up a large potion of mud with her three fingered hands and sighed softly as she began to rub it into her breasts.

Tayon too began to rub something as he watched the bathing beauty, imagining that it was his hands upon her body. The equitaur kept one hand on her breast, using the other to apply mud all over her body until her heavy maleness grew to arousal.

She bent her legs, lowering herself into the mud, lifting a foreleg as she bent her humanoid portion down between her front legs, reaching back with her hands to stroke her erect manhood.

The human youth wanted to go to her, to help her with her obvious need. He wondered if equitaurs went into heat like horses did. He also wondered why she didn't have a lover to aid her with her lust, perhaps it was due to her dual-gendered state.

The equitaur moaned softly, thrusting into her caressing hands, as did Tayon, but he bit his lip, not wanting to be discovered. He fixed his gaze upon her, upon her gorgeous equine face, her soft brown eyes that seemed on the verge of tears at either the joy of her pleasure, or the sorrow of having to deal with her need by herself.

She cried out softly, thick, plentiful jets of white seed splattering over the dark mud. She stood and stomped upon the whiteness with her hooves, hiding the result of her self-pleasure.

Tayon, however, did no such thing, instead coaxing every last drop from his member, not wanting to make a mess in his underclothes.

A large pair of hands clamped down on Tayon's shoulders, "You little pervert!" grumbled a deep voice and the young human found himself lifted off his feet by a very large and very angry male equitaur.

-o-

"He was engaged in self-love as he spied upon your daughter, Elder." The equitaur guard said, presenting Tayon to the grey-maned elder.

The human had been bound and gagged with cloth strips and tossed over the equitaur's back like a sack of potatoes. His protests were unintelligible through the knotted strip of cloth that had been shoved into his mouth. His captor hadn't even allowed him to put his manhood away, or button his pants.

The ride to the nomads' camp had made them bunch up down around his ankles, and Tayon couldn't help but blush in humiliation as he was paraded before what appeared to be the equitaur's tribal council in his underpants.

"There is only one punishment for an outsider who looks upon a holy maiden while she communes with the mother goddess." The elder said, his words grave, "Likely the mother goddess has already bound his spirit and prepared him for his fate. Toss him into the stable with the stricken hippodrake; she will carry out his sentence."

Tayon screamed through his gag, he'd seen the equitaur's beasts of burden, large, powerful creatures, large than even the equitaurs themselves. The creatures had the head and forelegs of a powerful dragon, and the rear half of a massive horse. Though they possessed fearsome fangs and claws, the beasts could easily thrive upon a diet of grains, grasses, and other plants. But they would also hunt and eat meat.

The young human struggled as best he could, but the equitaur male easily overpowered him. Tayon's clothes were cut away from his body, his captor's knife breaking his skin in a few places, bloodying him so the hippodrake would catch the scent of wounded prey.

His bonds were cut away next, but Tayon had no time to run, not even to scream. He was hoisted off his feet and tossed unceremoniously into a large tent that seemed to cover a small corral.

The fall had knocked the wind out of Tayon, and he couldn't move; easy prey for a rabid hippodrake. He could hear the beast's footsteps as it approached, likely scenting easy prey. Its horrible fanged mouth opened before his face; descending towards his throat.

Tayon clamped his eyes shut; not wanting to watch as the beast... playfully licked his face? The hippodrake's forked tongue coated his cheek and forehead with a thick layer of slobber, the creature nuzzling him playfully while letting out a happy draconic trill.

"Uh, hi." The human said once he found his breath, scratching the draconic creature behind a long ear, petting her soft mane, "Good girl, promise not to eat me?" he asked with a chuckle as the hippodrake licked at his wounds.

It stung a little bit, but the shallow cuts quickly stopped bleeding. The creature quickly resumed her nuzzling, just about knocking Tayon over as she leaned against his chest. She was probably used to the equitaurs, who were big enough to press up against without knocking them over.

Tayon wrapped his arms around the hippodrake's neck, snuggling against her in the hopes that she wouldn't try and press against him any more. Her scales were soft and smooth, feeling rather nice against Tayon's bare skin.

The creature licked his chest happily, making the youth chuckle. The hippodrake moved her head downward, licking at his belly, and then at his groin. Tayon had noticed a strange, musky scent on the air, but he hadn't paid it any attention until now. He suddenly realized that the 'stricken' hippodrake was in heat, and what was worse is that her scent seemed to be affecting him.

The hippodrake's tongue curled around his quickly erecting member; Tayon tried to pull away, but the drake had him backed against the fence, and she was rather strong, so there was no pushing her away.

The youth moaned softly as the creature suckled almost hungrily upon his manhood. It felt... strange, like it was the wrong shape and size, and it seemed to be getting bigger. Tayon cried out, gripping the hippodrake's ears with his hands, thrusting into her eager mouth.

So this was his punishment; the humiliation of being forced to rut with a heat-stricken hippodrake? It didn't seem so bad. Tayon stroked the beast's mane, the powerful sensation in his loins seeming to increase with each passing second, as if he had more cock to pleasure each time the hippodrake's tongue stroked his shaft.

The youth closed his eyes and relaxed, his punishment wasn't so bad after all. He smiled, not noticing that the nails upon his fingers and toes had thickened, nor the shifting coloration of his skin.

Wherever the hippodrake's tongue had been, the skin had begun to darken, becoming the deep brown of the creature's hide. The dark coloration slowly began to spread over Tayon's body, moving outward from his groin and chest, downward from his face and neck.

His copper hair shifted in coloration, rather than becoming darker it became redder, matching that of the equitaur he had spied on. But Tayon did not see any of these changes, though he felt a slight stiffness in his fingers and toes.

The thick nails that had turned black seemed to consume the digits they were attached to. Tayon's toes seemed to fuse into a single solid lump, which as the moments passed became more rounded, broader, until each of his feet ended in a large, powerful hoof.

His fingers, however, took a different path. The mass of each finger that was flesh and bone seemed to be pushed downward by the growing nail, each one becoming pointed, becoming a claw.

The boy's new talons began to grow larger even as his fingers and thumb shrunk into tiny nubs, quickly becoming the sharp claws the hippodrakes used for hunting and digging. The human's mouth opened to let out a pleasured moan, showing off altered teeth and a forked tongue.

There was a soft tickle at the base of his spine, a few new muscles forming as long, thick strands of hair sprouted from nothingness, giving him a long equine tail. He could no longer contain his pleasure, which spilled fruitfully into the hippodrake's maw, the creature gulping down his seed with great relish.

Once she had coaxed the last drop of seed from Tayon's shaft, she pulled away, leaving the male still hard and horny. Tayon blinked a few times, his lust fogged brain rather puzzled as to why the pleasure had ceased.

He looked down at his huge member, thick and equine with a strange, spade-shaped head rather than the blunt trumpet shape of a true equine. He tried to stroke himself with his clumsy paws, but found the act brought him little pleasure. He tried to take it into his mouth, but the organ was too big, sized for a fully grown hippodrake twenty or thirty times his weight.

Tayon lapped at it with his long, forked tongue, but his small, weak tongue could do little to pleasure his thick skin. His body quivered, bones popping softly as they expanded, a sound akin to creaking leather filling the small tent as the boy's body grew.

He smiled at the hippodrake female before him, her tail raised, her eyes meeting his with amusement and glee. He was big enough now that he could stand and enter her. He stumbled forward on his new hooves, catching himself upon her back. She snickered at his clumsiness and the way he gasped softly when his shaft brushed against her furred flank.

Tayon looked down, guiding himself into her, sighing with relief as his aching shaft was welcomed into the hippodrake's warm, wet depths. He leaned on her back, gripping her sides with his arms as he continued to grow.

Bones popped softly once more as his arms and legs took on a different shape than they had known his whole life. Powerful hips and thighs made perfect for running, matched with biceps, triceps, and shoulders in his forelegs. His claws flexed, longing to dig into the earth as he ran.

Soft fur, like velvet, sprouted upon his lower body, the upper seeming to crack like dry mud, forming moments later into the tough, yet still smooth and soft reptilian scales. Tayon sucked in a breath, making a clicking, trilling purr of pleasure as he thrust into the smaller female.

His chest broadened, providing the base for the muscles that would allow his powerful forelegs to break the back of a zebra with the swipe of one powerful paw. His neck popped softly as it elongated into a sinuous, serpentine shape. His new neck allowed Tayon to lean down, playfully licking the female's ears as her mated her.

Incisors rounded, becoming sharp canine teeth ideal for ripping and tearing at meat. He gripped the female's scruff with his new teeth; biting down to get a good grip on her, to allow him to pull himself forward with each powerful thrust, making the female sigh with delight as the nagging ache within her was finally given attention.

Tayon thrust deep into the female, pulling her back against him as best her could as her climaxed, feeling thick jets of seed erupting from him, much more intense than he had felt only minutes before under the caress of her tongue.

The female whinnied loudly, her moist depths tightening around Tayon, not wanting a single drop of his male essence to escape from her womb. The male slowly withdraw his cock, his eyes half closed, still fogged with lust. The female dropped her forequarters down and stretched, rather like a cat.

She seemed to smile as a collar was slipped around Tayon's neck. The male hippodrake placidly followed as his leash was tugged on, an equitaur leading him out of the heated female's stable and into another tent. This one had furniture in it, as well as large cushions and pillows on the floor.

But what drew the most of Tayon's attention was the beautiful equitaur girl reclining in those cushions. His handler removed his leash, allowing the hippodrake to go to his mistress when she beckoned him with a wave of her hand.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, "You will be my guardian from now on." She whispered into Tayon's ear. The words seemed to burn themselves into the hippodrake's very soul; he would have no choice but to serve as her guardian.

"You were rather naughty, Tayon, spying on me like that." The equitaur teased, seeming to pluck Tayon's name from nowhere.

"No, from your mind, my guardian." She said with a giggle, "I have been gifted by the mother goddess with a deep bond to the land and to its beasts, and one beast in particular. Though I think it is time we set aside your beast mind for a few moments."

The equitaur took her pet's head into her hands, rubbing her muzzle against his for a moment before exhaling a gentle breath across the top of Tayon's snout. The act seemed to blow the lusty fog and hippodrake instincts right out of his mind.

He looked up at his mistress with wide, fearful eyes. Only at that moment realizing what had happened to him. He opened his mouth to speak, to beg to be changed back, but all that came out were the reptilian and equine noises that hippodrakes made.

"Shh, shh, shh, calm yourself, dear Tayon. This is your destiny, laid out before the two of us were born. It is the will of the mother goddess that you and I be brought together. I am called Artemis, a name I took upon proving my adulthood in the honor of the ancient hunt-goddess of your people. One race of them, anyway."

Artemis smiled, stroking Tayon's neck, making the hippodrake calm against his will, "Hippodrakes are creatures of magic, two different creatures blended together into one. They are not as smart as true dragons, and they cannot speak, but most have an intellect that approaches that of humans."

"We aid one another, the equitaur peoples providing shelter, security, and defense from those that would seek to carve their hides for armor, or harvest them for pieces to distill into potions. In return they hunt and bring us meat and to acquire leather from their kills, as well as help to carry our homes and belongings."

Tayon found Artemis's hand scratching him beyond the ear; he couldn't stop himself from purring.

"Being filled with magical energies, the time of heat and rut is very dangerous for the unprepared, as you can see. For those without magic of their own may become enraptured by a hippodrake's need. They will find themselves giving into the need themselves, and will quickly find their bodies changing to help quell that desire. A first mating will never result in offspring, the new hippodrake's seed and eggs still that of their old self. But a second mating secures the hippodrake's new self, and quite possibly their new gender."

For the second time, Tayon felt his consciousness brushed aside by bestial instinct and lust. His shaft, now more appropriately sized for his body, began to throb with a low ache. He tried to fight it off, not wanting to discover what Artemis meant by 'new gender', but he couldn't help himself.

His mistress stood, stroking Tayon's flank as she moved around behind him. The hippodrake's ears lowered and he tried to hunch up, to avoid what was coming. The equitaur mounted him, all her weight coming down on Tayon's back. He whimpered, his tail lowered, not wanting to be taken like this by the hermaphrodite equine.

"Shh, calm yourself. You see, a hippodrake's magic alters an individual into an ideal mate regardless of their original gender. If you had been a woman, you could have found yourself growing a cock under Dawnbelle's ministrations. But her magic still flows within you until your second mating is complete. Or if we had given you to Moontalon, after two matings that part of yourself would have vanished."

Tayon moaned softly as he felt a strange tugging sensation in his belly, followed by a strange, dull ache that seemed to mirror that of his shaft. He cried out as the ache was suddenly vanquished as Artemis's cock entered Tayon's new pussy.

Her eyes began to fill with tears, not only had her humanity been stolen, but also her gender. She shuddered as something began to swell upon her chest.

"Shh now," Artemis whispers, caressing Tayon's neck, tilting the hippodrake's head so the two could meet eye to eye, "I am male and I am female, I am the goddess' gift to my tribe, but along with that comes the decree that any whom I take as my mate must be able to fully satisfy me and to carry my young. You will not only be my guardian, Tayon, but my lover."

As they had before, Artemis's words seemed to suffuse Tayon to her very core. She could never be anything but her mistress' mate and lover. It was what she had wanted from the beginning, to go out into the muddy pond and help the heat-stricken equitaur with her need, and now she would.

"My race was made when a centauress was gifted by the goddess as I was, and she found a mate in another being who combined man and horse, save that he walked upon two legs."

Artemis cried out softly, clinging tightly to Tayon's back and neck, "And in time, once we are tied close enough in spirit, we will birth a new race, a unity of hippodrake and equitaur. Our children will be as beautiful as you are, my love."

Tayon felt her eyes filling with tears, no longer afraid and resisting, but overwhelmed with joy. She could feel Artemis's mind and knew that he words were true; she could feel her mistress' love and affection for her. But most of all she could feel the equitaur trying to hold on, to not erupt with her first climax with a lover before Tayon was ready to join her.

The hippodrake didn't mind and gave her mistress a small mental nudge, making the equitaur lose control. Artemis shrieked as she was overwhelmed by sudden climax, her many sessions of self-pleasure not preparing her for the intensity of true climax when deep within her mate.

It was a long time before Artemis withdraw from Tayon. The equitaur simply hugged her lover and sobbed softly. When the equine finally pulled free from Tayon she took a few shaky steps before nearly collapsing upon the large cushion that served as her bed.

Tayon flopped down beside her mistress, a grin on her scaled face. Her forked tongue darted out and licked away Artemis's tears.

"I've waited so long," Artemis whispered, "To feel that sensation. To empty myself into my lover. I've had to hold back for so long, to prevent myself for taking anyone, or anything, as a lover, lest I bind my soul with a blackguard or a beast. I know your heart, Tayon, and while a little bit dirty with perversion it is certainly not black."

The equitaur reached out, caressing the new growth that had appeared as they had mated a further sign of Tayon's twin-genderedness. Upon her chest were the six milk-filled udder-breasts of a hippodrake female. Tayon trilled softly as her mistress caressed them.

"You've been so kind; letting me feel pleasure without your own in return. Let me return that pleasure now." Artemis whispers, bringing her mouth down to one of Tayon's long, thick teats.

The hippodrake trilled softly, snuggling up to her mistress as she pleasured her. Tayon smiled at the sweet sensations as she allowed her mind to ponder the day's events. Most surely her mind had been influenced by magics, and perhaps she had no choice but to gleefully accept her new life and her new role.

But was her human life and her human self worth mourning? The son of a peasant farmer, Tayon would toil beneath the hot savannah sun, working the fields until the day he died. He would marry; have children to help work the farmland, children who would be as bound to the land as he himself would have been.

But now she would travel with the equitaurs; slowly making her way across the broad world, said to be larger and grander than anything that Old Aerth had to offer. It was said you could ride for decades and never see the end. She would see the ocean, she would see snow, and jungles, and rainforests. Tayon the hippodrake would see all the things that Tayon the human could only dream about as he read words in books and toiled in the fields.

She would see the world, and she would see it in the company of her beautiful hermie equitaur lover. Tayon had fallen in love with Artemis' equine perfection from the first moment she'd laid eyes upon her. Tayon had fallen asleep the previous night wondering what it would feel like to suck on that beautiful cock; and now she had the perfect opportunity.

-o-

The warm morning sun had lost its fire, growing weary as it traveled the sky, the cooler night air caressing Tayon's scaled hide and she finally emerged from her mistress' tent. The two had spent time exploring each other's bodies, fulfilling desires and answering questions that had been present within them for some time now.

Artemis gripped Tayon's collar with one hand as the two made their way to the pond, their activities throughout the afternoon requiring Artemis to take another bath. This would be the third bath that Tayon had witnessed, and this one would end differently than the previous two.

No longer would Artemis be forced to tend to her own lust, lonely eyes filled with tears as she longed for a mate. The soft, cool mud felt wonderful on Tayon's body. Though she was of a similar size to Artemis, Tayon's legs were shorter, lower to the ground.

She churred softly as her long teat-nipples dragged over the soft, smooth, squishy mud. She playfully leapt up, leaving a pair of pawprints upon Artemis's rump. The equitaur giggled and chased her companion towards the middle, splashing her with water.

This time Tayon rubbed the mud onto Artemis's breasts, her muzzle entwining with her mistress's in a loving kiss. The hippodrake caressed as best she could with her clumsy paws, she figured it was more the kiss that drew the equitaur's manhood to stir with arousal.

But it was not the equine's shaft that interested Tayon. She left her mistress to fondle her own breasts, the hippodrake plunging her paws into the mud to rub over her mistress's body.

Tayon could feel Artemis becoming needier by the moment; she could smell the equitaur's arousal on the air, taste it as she flicked out her forked tongue. She waited until Artemis opened her mouth, about to beg, before Tayon mounted her. She would never make Artemis beg, she would only tease her playfully, and Tayon would never remind her mistress of the long years spent with no one to tend her need as Tayon did now.

The hippodrake licked her mistress's neck, nuzzling her back with a muddy muzzle. Artemis whinnied softly with each exhaled breath, while Tayon let out her burbling draconic trill. Neither was concerned about the attention the noise would draw. Each wanted to shout to the world that they had found perfection, and that they would never be parted from their soulmate's side.

The two were a perfect match for one another, powerfully built creatures with incredible strength and stamina. Both fit the other perfectly, femininity perfectly filled by manhood. The only problem was that each could only service one of their partner's genders at a time.

Tayon could only dream of the sensation of what it would be like to fill and be filled at the same time. Artemis craved the caress of velveteen walls around her cock while she was thrust into from behind.

But for the moment their mere fantasies were enough as a cascade of fluid trickled down Tayon's hind legs and Artemis once more blessed the pond with her seed.

The two lovers panted, each catching their breath for what was to come. Their minds brushed against one another, mental caresses joining the physical. The two basked in the radiance of the other's satisfaction.

A stray thought entered Tayon's mind, bringing a grin to her face.

A similar grin soon found its way onto Artemis' face, and as one the two turned there heads and stared into the tall grass along the shore of the pond.

Cries of surprise rang out as teenaged voyeurs began to flee.

Neither Tayon nor Artemis would give chase, but there were guards, and the penalty for spying upon the Elder's daughter would still stand until she had birthed her first foal, where she would become a member of the tribal council herself.

Tayon churred happily as she withdrew from her mate. Artemis giggled at her hippodrake's thoughts as she began to slather mud over her pet's back.

Both laughed in their own way as they thought of what was to come. Moontalon was in his rut, after all, and if a new race was to be born, combining equitaur and hippodrake, then why not create a hippodrake pack?

Hippodrakes laid their eggs in communal clutches, after all. So why not acquire a few more wombs to add to the first generation?