A New Renewal (unbirth)

By Doombeez

The world was bigger than anyone knew.

People remembered it faintly. Ideas persist, and stories get passed on. But myth and legend is a thing of the
past. These ideas evolve into icons of popular culture, represented again and again until all they can be
thought of is fiction.

The “fictional” beings liked it that way. All they want is to be left alone. But they are still there.

Deep in the ocean, carefully constructed to avoid sonar sweeps, colonies of mermaids can be found,
hunting giant squid and tending vast gardens of kelp.

On high mountain peaks, harpies still nest, far enough away that the only humans to ever see them were
half-mad from oxygen deprivation.

And in the dense forests, skirting the edges of civilization, centaurs roam.

In a lot of ways, they resembled the stories of legend, taking the form of powerfully-built human torsos
atop quadrupedal bodies. There was much about them that was no longer in the scope of common
knowledge, and they were disinclined to tell. But the power of the forest ran deep through their veins, and
it gave them abilities that no human could dream of possessing. One of those abilities kept them safe from
the prying eyes of humans. And in the days of GoPros mounted onto flying drones, this was no mean feat.
But there were others, too.

One of those abilities had brought Trey into being.

Trey was an oddity among the centaur tribes. For one thing, he only had half as many legs. But nobody’s
perfect.

In another life, he had been an ordinary human named Trevor. But that had been a life fraught with pain
and misery, so much so that he had wanted to end it. But instead, he had found a new home, and a new
life. In a way, the man named Trevor was really and truly dead, and in his place, Trey had come into being.
At the moment, however, he was only faintly aware of his prior life. He was currently living the sixteenth
year of his new life, and presently, he was hauling a large bushel of apples on a cart. It was true that his
mother, a centaur by the name of Jaci, could have carried the load with much less difficulty, but he had
offered. Even though he wasn’t as strong as a centaur, he was still a part of the tribe and did his best.

“Are you sure you don’t need to slow down?” said Jaci. She was quite a bit taller than her son, with a sturdy
body that would have been fitting for a draft horse, and she carried several large sacks of wheat along with
her.

“I’m fine, mom, really,” said Trey, giving her a nod. “I’m not going to get stronger if I don’t work at it, right?
Besides, I’m sure it builds character or something.”

“That is what my mother always said to me,” she said, sighing. “I am not sure it is accurate. Still, let me
know if you need some help.”

“Thanks, but I mean it, I’m good,” said Trey. In truth, he had been excited for this trip. He very seldom went
too far out of the tribe’s village. The others worried about him, he knew. He was not as strong or as sure-
footed as the rest of them. But he was capable, and he was always looking for an opportunity to prove it,
which was why he was tagging along on this trading run that Jaci usually made on her own.

“We’re almost there, anyway,” said Jaci. “Just look out for-”

“Halt, who goes there?”

Both of them stopped as the bushes rustled, and a figure bound into view. At first, Trey thought it was
another centaur, but if so, it would have been the scrawniest centaur he’d ever seen. She was too tall to be
a foal, but even foals tended to have bulked up considerably by the time they were weaned.

Where Jaci’s upper body was thick and sturdy, this newcomer’s was long and lithe. Her skin was a shade
lighter than Jaci’s, more of a soft brown, and her dark hair was long and loose, in contrast to the tight
dreads that his home tribe tended to prefer. She was much shorter than Jaci, too. Standing upright, she
wasn’t much more than a head taller than Trey. But the most striking difference didn’t hit Trey right away.

From the waist down, her body was not in the shape of a horse, but rather, a deer, with a light tan-colored
hide fading to a creamy white around her underbelly.

She was also pointing a long spear directly at Trey, but all of this was kind of secondary.
“What’s this two-legger doing in our territory?” she said, keeping the spear trained on Trey.

Trey considered this for a moment. It was a very big spear.

“I have apples?” he tried.

The deer girl cocked her head at him. Inasmuch as he could tell, she was close to his age, perhaps slightly
older.

“I do like apples,” she said, lowering the spear slightly.

Jaci cleared her throat loudly. “This is my son, and I would appreciate it greatly if you did not impale him,”
she said.

She turned her puzzled gaze to Jaci.

“Your son?” she asked. “Is he adopted?”

“It is complicated,” said Jaci, putting a hand on Trey’s head and ruffling his hair. “But he is surely my son.”

The girl looked back to Trey, looking him up and down. Then she shrugged.

“Good enough for me,” she said, shifting to a more neutral stance with the spear at her side. “I’m Tula. Our
village is this way.”

Trey got a much better look at her now that she wasn’t actively threatening him, and he couldn’t help but
notice that she was quite pretty.

“Hi,” he said, waving at her. “I’m Trey. Are you, like, a deer-taur or something?”

She let out a laugh. “Is she a horse-taur?” she said, smirking at Trey. “We’re all centaurs here, we’re just
different kinds. Humans come in all sorts of different shapes and colors and what-not too, right?”
“You will have to excuse my son,” said Jaci, looking very amused. “He has not ventured very far from home
before. Which is part of the reason I brought him with me.”

“He’s cute,” she said, nodding. “Well, Trey, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Tula. Maybe we’ll see each-other
around.” With that, she turned around and frolicked down the path ahead of them. And there was no other
word for the way she bounced along the ground, all four of her hooves leaving the ground at once.

Figure 1: Tula as she returns to her post after meeting with Trey and Jaci

As soon as she was out of sight, Jaci started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” said Trey, turning to look at her incredulously.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” said Jaci. “Come on, we’re almost at the village. You will have to excuse them. Deer
tend to be a bit more high-strung, you may have noticed.”

“A bit, yeah,” said Trey. But the whole day, he couldn’t stop thinking about Tula. Nor would he be able to
do so for quite some time.

~*~

Some years after that, Trey had changed. Not long after his eighteenth birthday, the memories of his
former life had rushed back to him. But even so, he had decided that it wasn’t a life worth revisiting, and as
far as he was concerned, those memories could stay buried. He was Trey now, and he never wanted to be
anyone else.

Despite the brief drama, his life was more-or-less the same as it had been. Trey was a regular feature on
the trading runs. He was not only very capable on his own merits, but the centaurs had quickly discovered
the perks of having somebody around who was infinitely more flexible than they were.

“Here you go,” said Trey, as he wiped leaves out of his face. “I don’t know how you got a bolt of cloth stuck
up a tree, but it’s down now.”

“Thank you very much,” said Kiro, giving him a polite bow. Kiro was the elder of the deer village, and he
always had a kind word for Trey. Mostly because Trey knew he had a weakness for the boiled honey sweets
that his mother made and Trey always made sure that there was always some in the trading haul.

“I’m sure your mother is waiting for you,” said Kiro. “Shoo, don’t keep her waiting now.”

Trey ran off, but it wasn’t his mother he was in a hurry to get back to. She was back home with a head cold,
and Luka was looking after her. But there was someplace else he had a strong desire to be. He quickly
darted off to the secluded lake at the edge of the village, and it was there that he found what he was
looking for.

Tula was seated peacefully by the bank, where she was bent over backwards, hands reaching out to idly
scratch her flank. It always impressed Trey to see her do things like that. It would have been quite
impossible for one of the equine tribe to do that. Jaci had a long stick that she often used to do the job, or,
more frequently, she had Trey.
Tula’s ears move excitedly around and hers eyes opened when she heard Trey approach, and as she saw
him, her inverted features curled into a smile.

“I thought that was you!” she said, as she straightened back out. “Your footsteps are very distinctive, you
know.”

Figure 2 Tula at the bank looking at Trey

“One of these days I’ll manage to sneak up on you,” he said, plopping down beside her.

Tula considered him carefully as he sat down, hand stroking her chin. “Something’s on your mind,” she said,
reaching out and poking him in the chest.

Trey shrugged. “Had a long talk with my mom,” he said. “It was nothing bad, it was just… I don’t know.
Gave me some stuff to think about. But in the end, it’s nothing worth bringing up, really.”

Tula continued to stroke her chin for a moment. Then she smiled at him.

“Were you thinking about where you came from?” she said.

Trey felt rooted to the spot. He hadn’t planned on telling Tula what he had remembered. He didn’t want
her to think any differently of him. But he was snapped out of his fugue by a firm punch on the arm.

“I always knew there was something different about you, you know,” said Tula. “You don’t see two-leggers
around these parts every day. Your mother used body magic on you, didn’t she?”

Trey nearly fell over. “Is that what it’s called?” he said, looking down at himself. “How can you tell? Do I
have a mark on my back or something?”

“Nothing so obvious, but you can tell if you know what to look for,” said Tula, nodding at him. “It’s the
oldest form of magic we know, passed down from mother to daughter in the bloodlines of the shamans.
Your mother is descended from one of the most powerful shamans of the equine tribe, you know.”

“A lot of people do come to her for medicines,” said Trey. “I never really thought anything of it.”

“I don’t know where you originally came from, and I’m not going to ask,” said Tula. “As far as I’m
concerned, you’re just Trey. And you must be really special, if one of our clan thought that you were worth
using the most sacred magic we know to help you.”

“I never really thought of myself as all that special,” said Trey, standing up and shrugging.

“That’s what makes you special, you big dummy,” said Tula, reaching out and giving his hand a squeeze.
“Was that all you were thinking about?”
“Well, not all I was thinking about,” said Trey. “It just got me thinking that a lot can happen in life. And if
there’s something you want, then sometimes you should just go for it, because you never know what might
be coming next.” And with that, he tugged on Tula’s arm, pulling her close, and kissed her.

Her eyes shot open with surprise, but it didn’t take long for her to lean into it.

“...How long have you been waiting to go for that?” she said, once they parted.

“Too long,” said Trey, shaking his head. “My mother’s been teasing me about liking you for far too long. But
she was right. You’re amazing, Tula. I care about you a lot. And I just didn’t know if you could ever feel the
same way about… well, about a two-legger.”

Then Tula punched him in the arm. It was a pretty good punch.

“Two legs, no brains,” she said, smiling at him. “I don’t care how many limbs you have. You’re special to me
too, Trey.” Then she scooped him back up and kissed him again, harder than before. “And I want to show
it.”

“Show it?” said Trey. Then she reached down and groped him through the loincloth that he wore. He let
out a gasp in reply.

“Tula?” he asked. “What are you- oooh!”

He was cut off as Tula’s questing fingers found his cock and gave it a squeeze.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m pretty sure your mother should have had this talk with you by now.”

“You know that’s not what I mean--”

“I don’t care what you mean,” said Tula. “I want you to mate with me. Right now. I’ve wanted this for so
long. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Ever since you pointed a spear in my face, you mean?”

She gave him another playful sock - though with much less force than before - and kissed him again. Then
she gripped the loincloth and tossed it aside.

“Wow, that’s different,” she said, cradling his cock and balls in her hands. He was already hardening.

“It’s probably not as big as you’d like,” said Trey, blushing. “I’ve seen the stallions when they’re ready to go,
and…”

“I don’t want any of them,” said Tula, as she gently coaxed his member to its full length. “I want you.” Then
she leaned down and gave the head a gentle kiss. “And besides, this makes it a lot easier to do this.” And
with that, she took the whole of his length into her mouth. Trey let out a choked moan, instinctively putting
a hand on her head as she started to suck him, her head bobbing up and down.

He certainly wasn’t completely ignorant of how this went. His old memories contained a number of
intimate partners, and modesty was not a concept that the centaurs paid much heed to. It wasn’t
uncommon to find a mated pair rutting out in the field, with no care who saw them. But this was, in a very
real sense, his first time, and everything felt exceptionally sensitive.

He gave Tula a frantic pat, and she pulled off of him. She looked up, meeting his eyes, and gave her lips a
seductive lick.

“It’s so cute, the way you squirm,” she said.

“Excuse me for wanting this to last,” said Trey. Then Tula winked at him. She straightened up for a moment,
turning around so that her rear was pointed at his face, and lifted up her short, puffy tail, revealing herself
to him. Her nethers lips were thick and plump, though with more of an elongated shape, rather than the
teardrop form of a mare’s. And they were soaking wet. Tula looked back at him and grinned as her lips
winked open several times, making a delightfully tempting sound.
Figure 3 Tula enticing Trey
“Don’t keep me waiting now, two-legger,” she said. Trey had no intentions of doing so. He leaned forward,
burying his face in her and starting to lick her up and down. She started to moan almost immediately as his
tongue probed about her, coaxing more and more of her juices out.

“Nnngh, don’t tease me, Trey!” she cried. “I need you to rut me and I need it now!”

If she had been of the equine tribe, Trey would have needed to find something to stand on to get his cock
anywhere near her nethers. While she was still bigger than him, she only needed to crouch somewhat to
line up perfectly, and Trey did not keep her waiting, placing a hand on either one of her flanks and plunging
into her.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “I want you so much, Trey! Take me hard! Mate me!”

Trey held onto her tight as he began to buck her hips. He could hear her fluids gushing out around his cock
with every thrust, feel her powerful muscles massage him as he rooted himself, felt her wonderful heat
throughout his whole body, and even though he wouldn’t have the girth of a stallion or the length of a
buck, he knew he could please her all the same, and put everything he had into the act of lovemaking.

Figure 4 Tula’s and Treys first sexual encounter

“Harder, please!” moaned Tula, pressing into him. “I’m getting so close, I want you to fill me up! Do it,
please!”

In truth, Trey had been hanging on by a thread. He’d never had a partner like this in two lifetimes. And so,
he cried out, letting go of the modicum of self-control he’d been able to maintain as he thrust deep into
her, his cock throbbing as he came. Tula let out a yowl so loud that a nearby flock of birds took off as she
climaxed, her pussy gripping him hard as fluids gushed out of her, soaking his groin and hips. He rode it out
as long as he could until, finally, he felt his legs wobble and he fell back onto the soft grass.

The world swam for a moment. Soon, he was aware of a pair of arms around him, a soft face nuzzling his
chest.

“That was wonderful, Trey,” she said. “I want to be yours. I want to share a home with you. I want to
support you always. And someday, I want to bear your fawn.”

Trey was still reeling from the afterglow, but all of that sounded… good. Exceptionally good.

“There’s nothing I’d like more,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

~*~

Things progressed rather quickly after that. Trey relocated to the cervine tribe’s village, and Tula and him
lived their lives happily together. Jaci was, of course, overjoyed, and wasted no time in treating Tula like a
daughter. The centaurs had no real way of formalizing a relationship, not the way humans did, but that
didn’t matter to Trey. He and Tula were together and they did not need anyone to make it “official”. Life
was good, and Trey had everything he wanted in the world.

Of course, life always finds ways to make itself difficult. And Trey and Tula were currently having a difficulty
of their own.

Tula was seated in the home that she and Trey shared. In her hand, she held a small knife made of knapped
obsidian, and in front of her was a bubbling pot full of white-tinged fluid.

“Do you want me to do it?” said Trey, who was seated across from her.
Tula shook her head. “I can handle it,” she said. She dipped the knife into the steaming pot for a moment,
then held it up to her hand. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes tight, then winced as she lightly
pricked the tip of her finger. Gently, she let several droplets of blood fall into the pot. The water shimmered
for a moment as fragrant steam began to rise from it, then slowly, the color turned from white to a deep
blue. Tula groaned.

“Nothing,” she said, rubbing her temples with her hands. “That’s the fourth time in a row! I know there’s
nothing wrong with me, Vina said that I was fertile!”

Trey sighed. He and Tula had officially been “an item”, as a human might have said, for a little over three
years, and they had decided that they wanted to start a family together. But they were having some
difficulty.

Tula had, earlier in the month, gone into heat, and just like the last several times that it had happened, this
meant several days straight of continuous lovemaking, stopping only for food, water, and sleep. Trey didn’t
mind, of course, but it wasn’t just for the sake of fun. They wanted to have a child together. But as the blue
liquid in front of them indicated, their efforts had been fruitless.

Tula sighed, picking up the pot and tossing the water outside.

“I don’t understand,” she said. “You definitely came in me a bunch. I’ve been using every trick that I know
to try and make us more fertile.”

“I know,” said Trey. And he had endured them, too. He didn’t want to think back to all of the strange
potions and exotic berries that he’d been fed over the past week, most of which tasted quite dubious and
one of which had made him vomit purple.

“Well, if Vina’s right and you are fertile…”

“Vina’s always right,” said Tula, nodding. Trey had no reason to disagree. The village’s chief shaman was a
bit haughty, but she certainly knew her craft, and she’d had four fawns in her lifetime.

“Then maybe the problem is with me?”

Tula’s lip twisted. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t occurred to me,” she said. “But I don’t know what
to do about that. Vina’s good, but you’re a bit out of her area of expertise.”
“Well, I know at least one person who isn’t,” said Trey. Tula picked up on his meaning immediately, her face
brightening.

“Great idea!” she said. “Your mother might know something! And even if she doesn’t, at least we’ll get a
good meal out of it.”

And with that, the two set out for the equine tribe’s village. It wasn’t an especially long journey, especially
with Trey riding Tula. The other centaurs considered this to be somewhat embarrassing, but Tula didn’t
mind. She rather liked carrying Trey. She wasn’t built like one of his equine tribe, being made more for
speed and agility than carrying heavy loads, but Trey didn’t weigh a lot.

By the time they made it to the neighboring village, the sun was starting to set, but there were still a few
centaurs milling about, finishing up the day’s work. His visits here were not infrequent, but his mother
always greeted him like he’d been gone for years, and this day was no exception. As soon as she heard
them coming, she dropped the bale of hay she had been carrying and trotted over, scooping him up into
her arms.

“Good to see you too, mom,” he said, leaning into the embrace until he was set down.

“You arrived just in time, I was just about to go start dinner,” said Jaci, patting him on the head. “I’m
making barley stew.”

“Oh, gods, your barley stew is worth the trip on its own,” said Tula, her eyes glazing over.

“Well, it is a good thing I made a lot, then,” said Jaci, winking at her. “As you can imagine, I have been
particularly ravenous lately.”

“And speaking of,” said Trey, “how’s my little sister been?”

Jaci laughed as she looked back at her swollen underbelly. Her current state was not a surprise, especially
considering how frisky she and Luka had been over the past year, but it was welcome all the same.

“She is quite rambunctious, just like her father,” said Jaci. “Would you two like to come say hello?”
Figura 5 Jaci expeting her new daughter

Shortly, Trey and Tula were on either side of Jaci, crouched down with an ear each against her belly. It
didn’t take long before Trey felt a little kick.

“Oh wow,” said Tula, giggling madly. “She’s so fussy!”

“I am acutely aware of this,” said Jaci, sighing. “I feel like she never gives me a moment’s rest. And I still
have another year in which to endure this.”

“You’ll be fine, mom,” said Trey coyly, rubbing the spot where he had felt the kick. He could feel another
motion there, much subtler than before.

“So, not that I am unhappy to see you,” said Jaci, “but is there a particular reason you came to visit, or the
two of you were just too lazy to make dinner for yourselves again?”

“That only happened once!” said Tula, folding her arms in a huff.

“Whatever you say,” said Jaci, flashing her a wink.

“There is something we’d like to talk to you about,” said Trey. “But I think it can wait until after dinner.”

“Most things can,” said Jaci, beaming brightly.

~*~

Dinner was, of course, delicious. Jaci’s cooking always was. After dinner, Jaci made tea, and the three of
them sat by the firepit as Trey explained the reason for their visit.

“So,” said Jaci. “You have been having difficulty conceiving, then. I must confess, I was afraid of something
like this.”

“You were?” said Trey. Jaci looked over at Tula.

“You know that there is something unique about my son,” she said. “About the way he came to be.”

“Yeah, I do,” said Tula. “I never pressed him for details, but you used body magic on him, didn’t you?”

“I did,” said Jaci. “My family has always been particularly gifted in it. Body magic is very difficult. It takes a
toll on one who practices it, and its results can sometimes be unpredictable. I must confess, I could not be
absolutely certain of the state that it would leave Trey in.”

“I would have done it anyway,” said Trey.

Jaci flashed a smile before continuing. “Trey’s body was, in a way, created anew,” she said. “I did not heal
him so much as I remade him. He was born in perfect health, but I was warned that complications could still
arise. And this, it seems, is a complication. I surmise that you are unable to properly fertilize Tula in your
current state.”

Trey deflated, letting out a heavy sigh. “I suspected it was something like that,” he said. He reached out and
gave Tula’s hand a squeeze. “Tula, I love you more than anything. I want to start a family with you, and I’m
not going to let this get in the way... If you want to ask another buck to sire one for you during your next
heat--”
Tula put a finger to Trey’s lips. “I know you would understand,” she said. “And I know you would love our
fawn all the same, no matter who sired it. But I want to have your child. I want this fawn to be a bit of both
of us. I want them to have a little bit of everything that I love about you.”

“Then is there anything we can do?” said Trey, turning back to Jaci. “Is there a medicine or something that
will help me?”

“I am afraid it will not be simple,” said Jaci. “This is beyond the scope of any ordinary shamanic magic. Your
being was wrought of body magic, and it is only by returning to body magic that we can solve this
problem.”

Trey squeezed Tula’s hand a little bit tighter. “What do you mean?” he said. “Do I need to, um… go back
and bake for a little longer?”

Jaci let out a laugh. “Nothing so simple as that,” she said. “Not unless you would prefer to be Tula’s son
rather than her mate.”

“I don’t want a fawn that badly,” said Tula, shaking her head.

“As I figured,” said Jaci. “But this is not a matter between mother and child, it is one between two mates.
This may only be wrought through a bond between sire and dam.”

Trey and Tula shared a look. Both of them were blushing beet red.

“Mom, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggestion?” said Trey.

“I am,” said Jaci. “In order for you to have a child with Tula, then Tula will need to work body magic onto
you.”

“That’s impossible,” said Tula, holding up her arms. “First of all, I’ve never used body magic before. Second,
have you looked at us? I’m barely bigger than Trey is!”

“It will be difficult, yes,” said Jaci. “It will be rough on your body, on both of yours. But you have the
potential within you, Tula, I know you do. I can feel it. If you have the will and the determination - both of
you - then you can have your child together.”
Now Trey clasped both of his hands onto Tula’s. “I won’t ask you to go through this if you really and truly
don’t want to,” he said. “This is your body that’s going to be going through this. But if you want to, if you’re
willing to try… then I’m in. I’ll do whatever it takes for our family.”

Tula met Trey’s eyes. As she saw the deep love which he had for her, she could feel her doubts begin to
melt away. She smiled at him, then turned to Jaci and nodded.

“I’ll do it,” she said. “I’ll do whatever it takes! When can we start?”

“In the morning,” said Jaci, nodding. “We have much preparation to be done, and it must be ready before
your next heat. In the meantime, however, I have just eaten three bowls of barley stew that I need to sleep
off.”

With that, the three of them settled down for the night, Tula clutching Trey close to her chest.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, looking up into her eyes.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she said, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s have a baby,
Trey. No matter what it takes. I’m ready.”

And so, they drifted off into a peaceful rest.

~*~

Jaci’s initial preparations mostly consisted of a particular set of potions and ointments that she brewed for
Tula, which she would have to consume daily, as well as a set of exercises to run through. It reminded Trey
of yoga, seeing the way that Tula bent and stretched her body. It still amazed him sometimes, how flexible
the cervines were compared to their equine cousins. No equine would have been able to bend that much
without breaking something, thank to that they had many quite literal “acrobatic” love making sessions
where he was sure that she would pull something.

With all of that laid out, the two of them went off home, with instructions to return as soon as Tula’s next
heat began. With that settled, the wait began.

~*~
It was quite a long wait. Not only were Trey and Tula on a strict diet given to them by Jaci and downing one
of her strange-tasting brews once a day, but they were also strictly forbidden from mating until the next
time they met up with Jaci. Although, as Jaci was quick to point out, anything involving their hands or
mouths was perfectly fine, to their immense relief. But they persisted.

One morning, Tula woke Trey up early, and he didn’t need her to tell him why. He could smell in the air. Her
heat had begun. They quickly gathered their things and got on the road back to the equine village.

Jaci was, of course, out in the garden, having an animated conversation with Luka. He was now a bigger,
barrel-chested stallion, probably with a bit help of one of Jaci’s potions to let him catch up with her, with
dreadlocks which flowed down his back and skin the color of twilight. He looked strong enough to kick
through a stone wall, but Trey knew as well as Jaci did that he was an enormous softie inside, and had in
fact once been moved to tears when Jaci found a nest of baby rabbits in her garden.

“Good morning,” said Luka, giving them a polite nod. “It is good to see you all again. I am sorry that I missed
you when last you came to visit, but I hope that-”

He suddenly paused. Then he wrinkled his nose, as did Jaci. The smell of a female in heat was unmistakable,
as anyone knew.

“You are ready, then?” said Jaci.

“We’ve been reading for weeks now,” said Tula, giving Trey’s shoulder a squeeze.

Jaci nodded. “I will get my things ready.” Turning to Luka, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and added, “We
will be busy for some time, my sweet. Do not wait up.”

“I wish you success, little ones,” said Luka. “You are in good hands.”

Jaci darted into her home, unhindered by her still growing belly, and returned with a satchel slung over her
shoulder, and with that, the three of them made their way out of the village, through the woods, and into a
clearing with a firepit in the middle. Trey knew this place all too well.

“What you are about to do will be an ordeal,” said Jaci, nodding. “It will be especially difficult on you, Tula.
You are a neophyte in the ways of body magic. I am very skilled and will do my best to ensure your safety,
there is always a possibility that something will go awry. Knowing this, are you willing to go through with
this?”
Tula grinned at her. “I didn’t go without having Trey’s cock in me for all this time just to back out now,” she
said. “I’m ready.”

Trey couldn’t help but laugh. There would have been a time when such a statement would have made him
blush, but that was simply what centaurs were like. “I’m ready too,” he said.

“Excellent,” said Jaci. “Help me build a fire, will you?”

Trey did so with swiftness, and as she did, Tula helped Jaci set up a small cauldron. This was filled with
water from a nearby stream, and to this water, Jaci added a number of fragrant oils and extracts. Soon, the
water began to bubble, and the clearing began to fill with fragrant steam.

“To begin, you must prepare Tula’s body,” said Jaci, sitting down by the fire.

“And how should I do this?” said Trey. Jaci smirked at him.

“You need to ask?” said Tula, pulling him close for a kiss. Trey’s eye looked over to his mother, who was
watching approvingly. Though he was ashamed to admit it, some vestiges of his human modesty did rear
their head on occasion, and the idea of making love in front of his mother brought one of them up. But
once upon a time, he had been in this same position, getting an intimate view of Jaci’s own body. Those
reservations quickly burned away, and he leaned into the kiss.

“My nethers are positively burning for you, Trey,” said Tula, turning around and flagging her tail. And sure
enough, her pussy was swollen and pink, and positively dripping fluids onto the ground below. Every few
seconds, they would pulse open, giving Trey an enticing look at her wet inner walls.
Figure 6 Tula ready to accept Trey inside her for his renewal

Trey didn’t need to wait for an invitation. He approached her quickly, tugging at her engorged lips with a
finger. Almost as soon as he made contact, Tula let out a yowl and more fluids gushed out of her.

“Gods above,” she moaned. “It’s never felt like this before!”

“The medicines I have been giving you are quite potent,” said Jaci, smirking at the two of them. “Now, did I
not teach you never to keep a lady waiting, my son?”
Trey laughed as he continued to tease at her lips, but that wasn’t enough. He needed a taste. He plunged
his face right into her, nipping at her lips, licking her clit, practically burying his face in her, and her slick
juices flowed like a babbling brook as she continued to gasp and moan.

“More, Trey,” she panted. “I need more! Stretch me out!”

Trey, somewhat reluctantly, pulled back a bit and started to probe with his fingers. She could, of course,
quite easily take his entire hand, but he had a feeling that she wanted more than that. He worked his fist
inside of her, and he could feel her walls tugging at him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside. He felt her
engulf more and more of his arm, and he started to wriggle it around, stretching her out more and more,
until he was shoulder-deep inside of her. He began to pump his arm into and out of her, eliciting the most
wonderful wet noises that caused his cock to throb with want.

As he continued to fist-fuck her, Jaci started to chant over the cauldron, her eyes closed in deep meditation.
From her satchel, she withdrew a fistful of dried herbs and threw them into the fire, bringing forth a puff of
fragrant smoke. Then she picked up a small wooden bowl and carefully took a measure of the water out of
it, blowing the steam off the top before presenting it to Tula.

“Drink,” she said. “You will find it to be pleasantly warm, I am sure.”

Tula nodded, accepting the bowl and draining it dry. Almost as soon as she finished swallowing, she started
to shudder, feeling her muscles seize up.

“Gods above and below!” she cried. “Everything feels so good!”

Trey continued to work his arm into and out of her, and he could feel her inner muscles rippling and
undulating. She was getting hotter and wetter inside. Juices were positively pouring out of her with every
motion that Trey made, pouring onto the ground below in a steady stream.

“Keep going, Trey, keep going!” she cried, pushing her hindquarters against him. “Harder, go harder, I’m
almost… nn… I’m going to…!”

And with that Trey felt his arm forcibly pushed out of her as she came hard, and Trey hadn’t been prepared
for what happened next. Centaurs, he’d come to learn, tended to have very profuse orgasms, and he
thought he’d known what to expect. But nothing could have prepared him for this. As Tula came, her juices
gushed out of her like a miniature geyser, utterly drenching Trey with the fragrant liquid. For almost a full
minute, she continued to gush as she rode out her orgasm, and Trey, for his part, sat back and basked in it.
It almost felt like it was a baptism. With the gush, also a fleshy cord came out now dangling between her
legs not touch the ground.

When the flow finally subsided to a trickle, Tula settled down, panting heavily, and Trey was covered head
to toe in her fluids.

“I feel warm and tingly all over,” he said, examining his glistening hand. Trey saw the cord and look at his
mother for answer suspecting what the thing was, she gave him a knowing look and seen the she didn’t say
anything he keep the addition quiet, after all Tula had already a lot to think about.

“Perfect,” said Jaci, kneeling down before Tula and cupping her chin in one hand. “It is time, Tula. Are you
ready?”

Tula took a deep breath and nodded emphatically. She looked over her shoulder to meet Trey’s eyes whom
smile encouragingly.

“Feet first, please,” Jaci said. “I want you to see every part of this clearly.”

“As you wish,” said Trey. This was it. Jaci had been right. Even though he had gone through this process
once before, this moment could not have felt more different. And he was ready for it. Without further
hesitation, he inched forward and probed into Tula’s nethers with one foot. Feeling the presence of an
individual the cord came to live and try to stretch out at its maximum extension forward him.

“Nnnn, gods,” she moaned. “Careful now, everything’s still sensitive!”

“Is it now?” said Trey, grinning. He felt her pussy engulf his foot, and it was like sinking into a hot bath, as
the cord try to sneak is way up his leg it seem longer now. Trey ignored the weird thing knowing what it
was and how useful it will be, after all, there was only one thing to do now, and so he did it, adding his
other foot. It was a tight fit, but with a bit of twisting - and a symphony of delightful noises from Tula - he
managed to fit them both inside. It wasn’t long before he could feel Tula constricting around him.

“Oooh gods!” she moaned. “I can feel your weird little toes wiggling!”

“Brace yourself,” said Jaci, kneeling down and taking Tula’s hand. “It has only just begun.”

“I’m ready,” said Tula, nodding. “There’s no turning back now.”

Figura 7 a re-imaging of the ritual of renewal: Trey helped by Jaci to enter Tula , as the umbilical snake it way to its mark

With that, she took several deep breaths, and started to flex her inner muscles. Trey could feel them
starting to tug at his ankles. He started to wiggle in time with her flexing, working himself deeper into her.
He could see her plump lips beginning to stretch around him as his calves began to sink in, followed by his
knees. It was a very slow progress, and Tula looked like she was concentrating hard. She started to slow
down a bit when she began to engulf his thighs, but didn’t stop. The fit was getting tighter and tighter, and
he could hear Tula’s grunts of effort grow in intensity and volume.

It was only when she started to reach his hips that something stopped. He felt himself bump up against a
tight knot of muscle, and Tula let out a gasp.
“I can feel it!” she yelped, giving Jaci’s hand a squeeze. “Oh, gods, I can feel my cervix opening up! It’s really
happening!”. The cord the was two feet long now finally had in reach its mark sneak over Trey lower belly
then stood up like a cobra ready to strike and went for the kill latching into Trey belly button with a
powerful pinch that made him yelp in surprise

Figura 8 a re-imaging of the ritual of renewal : Trey helped by Jaci to enter Tula , as the umbilical strikes for its mark

“This will be the hardest part,” said Jaci, nodding covering the sound made by her son. “You must
persevere.”
“I believe in you, love,” said Trey, giving her rump a pat while his hands were still free. She looked around
to see her beloved, and smiled as she saw him in his current state, with the entirety of his lower body
within her. In the meanwhile Trey felt the a strange but familiar sensation as the cord connected the two
together and his body start to link with Tula’s.

Figura 9 a re-imaging of the ritual of renewal Trey helped by Jaci to enter Tula , one last pat before entering

Without another word, she began to flex again, redoubling her efforts, and Trey could feel the knot of her
cervix begin to yawn open. He thought that her vagina had been tight, but being drawn into her womb was
like being swallowed by a giant constrictor. She opened up further, Trey groaned as his waist slipped into
her. Tula paused a moment to take a breath before continuing on, and soon, her passaged began to creep
up his stomach, surrounding him in wet heat. He crossed his arms over his chest as more and more of him
was taken in. He could feel his breath starting to quicken as her body’s embrace grew tighter and tighter by
the second, and by the time that all that remained were his head and shoulders, it was getting difficult to
draw breath.

“Almost there, dear,” said Jaci. Tula turned back to look at Trey again. Her skin was tinged pink with
exertion and sweat was running down her face.

“I’m fine, Tula,” wheezed Trey, nodding. “Do it. I love you.” Letting out the last of his breath knowing that
thank to the cord Tula was going to do that for him

Tula managed the briefest of smile before she started getting back to work, and Trey gasped as he was
squeezed all over, and darkness fell over his vision as her nether lips stretched and closed around his head.
The tightness grew stronger and stronger as he was drawn deeper and deeper into her womb, but Trey
didn’t panic. He trusted his mother, and more importantly, he trusted Tula. He finally felt himself begin to
slip through her inner opening, and he felt his body forced into a fetal position as he began to settle down
into her womb. It was tight, impossibly tight. He felt like he couldn’t move an inch, couldn’t see, couldn’t
breathe, couldn’t escape…

Then, suddenly, he felt a brief, sharp pain in his middle, and when it faded, the panic faded along with it.
With some difficulty, he managed to move his hand to his belly, and he could feel the point where the
fleshy cord had bound itself to him working overtime to balance his system now under its complete control.

And he felt himself relax. Perfect.

~*~

Tula couldn’t stop herself from screaming as Trey settled into her womb.

“Gods, I feel so full…!” she moaned, squeezing Jaci’s hand as hard as she could. She looked around at
herself, and not only could she see her belly swollen with Trey’s bulk, but her skin was so tight that she
could make out his outline.
Figura 10: Trey now all inside Tula, she is very tight

“It is not over yet,” said Jaci. From her pack, she withdrew a large earthen jug, sloshing with fluid. “Drink,”
she urged. “Drink until you cannot drink any more, and then continue to drink.”

Not hesitating for a second, Tula brought the jug to her lips, threw her head back, and began to greedily
gulp it down. It tasted like the purest, cleanest water she’d ever had in her life, cool and crisp and
refreshing, and she guzzled it down like she had been dying of thirst. As she drank, she was aware of
something stirring inside of her, but she paid it no heed. All that mattered was that she needed to drink,
and drink she did, until finally, the jug was completely empty. She lowered it, wiped her mouth with the
back of her hand, and took a deep, racking breath.
“I feel… better,” she said, panting heavily. “But still very, very full.” Groaning, she tried to pull herself into a
standing position, which she did only with Jaci’s help, and when she looked back, she almost jumped
straight up with surprise.

Her belly had been big before. Now, it not only looked like she was pregnant, it looked like she was carrying
triplets. She could no longer make out the shape of Trey within it. The belly was so big that it was touching
all her legs giving her very little space of movement, the belly was so large that she had difficulty seeing her
hindquarters in almost all positions, the belly went so low that she could feel short blades of grass caressing
her. Then there was the weight she couldn’t even believe that she was standing she was caring something
of her same size plus everything else needed to keep her mate alive in this simulated pregnancy.

“Trey, my love?” she said, reaching back to caress the side of her belly. “Are you still with me? Can you hear
my voice? Are you well?”

Nothing happened for a moment, and Tula felt her heart race. But a moment later, she felt a little kick
against her hand.

“Trey?” she asked. “Kick twice if you can hear me!”

Two little kicks. Tula let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank the gods,” she said, putting a hand on her chest. “Is it over? Did it work?”

“The first part of it worked,” said Jaci, nodding. “But before we can continue, you need to rest. Do not go
too far.”

Tula was about to protest, but in truth, she was exhausted. Somewhat uncertain on her feet, she walked
with the help of Jaci over to the edge of the clearing, and found a large patch of soft moss. Carefully, she
settled down onto it and got comfortable, laying on her side.

“Rest well, my love,” she said, stroking her belly. She felt a kick in response and smiled, finally letting
herself relax. In mere moments, she was fast asleep, dreaming of the family that she and Trey would soon
have.

~*~
Tula didn’t know how long she had been asleep for. When she woke up, the sun was shining down on her
face. She let out a yawn, stretched out her arms, tried to get up, and found it to be impossible. It took her a
moment to realize why. She regarded her newfound bulk with a smile, reaching back to stroke it.

Figure 11 Tula as the progress on unbirthing Trey causes her to enter in a heat like state

“This feels so strange,” she said. “But so good, too. Just feeling you inside of me like this… gods, it feels like
I’m still in season!” Stretching out, she reached back as far as she could, almost touching her nethers. She
could feel them still as wet and puffy as they had been the night before, and just that little wind movement
of her hands was enough to send a surge of sensation up her spine. Smirking, she went for one of hers
acrobatic poses and started to pump her fingers in and out finally reaching even encumbered by her
majestic womb.
“There will be time enough for that later,” said Jaci. Tula tipped her head up to see the centaur approaching
and holding a steaming bowl.

“I can’t help myself,” said Tula, not even caring who was seeing her in this state. “Is body magic always this
exhilarating?”

“There is nothing quite like your first time,” said Jaci, presenting the bowl to Tula. “Trey’s part of the ritual
is done, but yours still requires one last step. Drink this now.”

Tula straightened up and accepted the bowl. It had a savory aroma to it, like a hearty soup. Without
hesitation, she tipped it back and drank. It filled her with a wonderful warmth, but as soon as she finished
it, she could feel her guts started to churn.

“What’s happening?” she said, looking back at her belly. She could see its surface starting to ripple.

“You are mingling your essence with Trey’s,” said Jaci. “There is nothing for it at this point but to lie back
and enjoy.”

The movement within Tula grew more and more pronounced, and she suddenly let out a sharp gasp.

“Oh, gods!” she moaned. “It feels like Trey is rutting me from the inside! What’s happening in there?”

~*~

Trey’s memories of his first rebirth were quite fuzzy, but nevertheless, the sensation of being within Tula’s
womb were quite familiar. Not long after he got settled, the space began to fill with warm fluid, and as it
did so, it became less tight and cramped and he was able to properly relax. He was sure that he fell asleep
for some time, but there was no way of telling for how long. Regardless, something woke him up.

His eyes having adjusted, it was no longer totally dark. He could make out the shape of himself and his
confines. Something was different, too. Surrounded by fluid, he felt the sensation of his body being
massaged as something moved about. Out of the corner of his eye, he became aware of movement. He
tried to follow it, but his range of motion was still quite limited. He then let out a sharp gasp as he felt
himself being caressed in a very delicate spot.
Trey felt around his groin, and his hands clasped a fleshy cord, similar to the one now bound to his navel,
yet at the same time distinct. First, it was much bigger than the other was and the end of this one had just
opened up and wrapped itself around his cock. He let out a muffled moan as he felt this strange appendage
start to move, wiggle and milk his cock. Surprised by what happen he stood still, letting the appendage do
its thing, inspecting it with is hands. Like the umbilical cord which kept him alive this cord started from the
placenta and they were of a similar size until it reach his nether region, there it grow bigger engulfing his
member and stimulating it with what felt like an unstoppable mass of wiggle tissue. The thing had created
two loops that went around his legs securing it placement. Trey discovered that the new cord had a give to
be moved up and down his shaft by hand or by thrust, adjusting itself to a set placement and that doing so
brought a surge of ecstasy throughout his body and so he began to buck his hips in response, bucking
deeper into it. He couldn’t stop writhing about, and hoped that this felt as good for Tula as it did for him.

Figura 122: the two of them discovery what the retual really intail
If this was what he had to look forward to over the span of his stay here, then it was going to be a lot more
intense than he had anticipated.

~*~

Tula let out a cry as she climaxed for the third time that morning, her juices spilling out onto her mossy bed
as she felt hands caressing all over her body. This time, the movement within her seemed to calm, and she
collapsed once more into a panting mess.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” said Tula, as she struggled to right herself. “It felt like Trey was
mounting me… I could feel his weight and his hands all over my body massaging and fondling me”

“The ways of body magic are quite mysterious,” said Jaci, helping Tula to her feet. “There is nothing left for
you to do except to wait for it to work. It should not take longer than a month for this ritual to run its
course. Perhaps two.”

Tula looked back at her low-hanging belly. “I’m going to be feeling like this every day for a month?” she
said.

Then she grinned. She had known that body magic was powerful, but she never knew that it could be so
much fun.

~*~

After the intense pleasure given by the second cord and the movements of the womb everything subdue,
an intense feeling of bliss went through Trey’s body propagating from umbilical cord.

Trey understood that they were connected not just as life-support but everything she feel was pass to Trey
to enjoy with his lover.

When the excitement ended, he push a hand on the side of the womb with all the strength I could master.
The flesh warm wall give little way.

Outside Tula felt a persistent poke coming from inside her belly, turn to see an outline hand push her
womb, she position her own hand over impression

“Trey I don’t know what did you do but that was amazing; this body magic is fantastic I must ask Jaci to tell
me more about it.” She said
“right now I’m tired from all of this I hope that you enjoy yourself too in there. I can’t wait to do that again
sometime soon” she said dreamy as she hug her lover from the outside.

“see you tomorrow my love” gave a kiss at her tummy and a gentle squeeze of what she could hug of the
huge mount between her legs.

What Trey heard were just muffle sounds between heartbeat and other sounds coming from his beloved,
he felt the pressing of hers hand on his. Then the attenuate light passing though the flesh that give
everything a ting of soft red was partly obscure by a figure hugging is lovely prison more muffle sounds and
a loveful sensation came from the cord connecting the two.

Unable to speak he gave his love in thought and went to sleep too

When Tula woke up still groggy from the day before she immediately felt the heat enticing her.

“Trey I still need you” she said not opening her eyes knowing full well what to do. Trey did not response
probably still asleep, so she smirked and went for her price.

She start by licking the shaft and giving a kiss on the tip, then with studied moves she lick the foreskin
inside and out, this wake up the penis to an erection.

Inside the womb Trey woke up as the second cord came alive again. he felt it caressing his tip and then it
went down to all the shaft reaching his balls, this new appendix grow more tissue which enveloped first one
of is ball suckle it then the other. Trey gripped the enlarge cord sucking is cock with strength and drove
himself deeper, wait a while and drove himself out but the thing did not release is tip and then drove in
itself deeper still.

Tula after sucking the balls went a blowjob. During this she felt his hands on her horns followed by a
powerful thrust that drove his dick in her throat and then deeper. This surprise her and open her eyes. Trey
wasn’t there but her huge rippling belly was there making her remember her situation as with another trust
the phantom sensation seem to drive a cock in her throat, this happened few more times than she took
control of the pace bobbling her head up and down simulating a blowjob but with real sensation. Her hand
retrace a caress she felt inside her belly with a moan.

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it’s happening to the two
~*~

It was a little over six weeks before the magical working finally came to a head.

Every day since becoming one with Tula, Trey made love to her from within, in the morning upon
awakening and in the evening before settling down. It was difficult for Tula to achieve much in the way of
productivity in her newly engorged state, but that was a price she was willing to pay.

During a slow encumbered walk in Jaci’s garden in the evening, Tula felt that sensation that accompanied
her over all this time she had Trey within herself, the ripple in the belly informed her that things were
starting a new.

She had barely enough time to find a comfortable place to lay down before the real exhausting part stated.

As she was laying down she felt him rubbing her nethers in preparation, she knew that none was behind
her but still she turn around to look at none as her hands massaged her bloated belly, which housed her
mate.

Trey was awaken by the rippling of Tula’s womb and form the initial movements of the second cord, he
massage the opening of it knowing than that sensation would transfer to Tula’s nethers , in response to
that the head of the cord got warmer and more active mirroring Tula excitement as her vulva started to
drip and winking.

The cord send few sparks to Trey. In his time inside, he understood this as the body checking that he was
safe and that is limb could still move, so Trey start to move around pushing almost every part of him on the
walls of the womb.

Tula saw the many mind blowing bumps in her belly as Trey moved around inside her.

To feel more of him she help herself with a tree to stand this seem to send Trey in overdrive whom thresh
around with much more vigour causing her to moan uncontrollably for the euphoric sensations as she hug
the tree as her life depended on it, unsure if she could sustain herself on her four legs.

As she came she felt the weight of a buck mounting her and kissing her neck as his tip massage her swollen
and soaked lips waiting for another source of pleasure.

However, instead of the waited thrust, the vulva had just more tip massages and then the tight ring above
it was prodded few times.

“Trey please stop messing around and just do it a need you inside me” she said to none. Still she felt him
withdraw for a moment to position himself better and then start to push of the tight ring, which did not
give way. The push grow in intensity until the ring could not resist anymore and it let it trough in its tighter
fit. From Tula throat escape another powerful moan as the member insert slowly all of itself in her tight ass.
When she could feel the balls touching the vulva, the member stop and twitch to adjust itself to the tighter
fit and to let her feel the full mast of the rode inside her.
Then slowly it start to withdraw leaving just is flare inside her to than drove itself all the way in, with every
thrust Trey was accelerating is pace and soon he was savaging trusting in her she could swear to hear his
balls slapping her at every beat giving a wet slap on the overflowing of vagina.

They went at it until they couldn’t take it anymore and both of them cummed as sparks went through their
bodies.

Even if she could feel the phantom sensation of him mounting and caressing her lactating breast his breath
on her neck as he kiss her. None was there and after almost two months, even if full of many mind-blowing
encounters she was missing her Trey.

“Trey please come out I want to kiss you for real, I want to turn around and see you fucking my brain out”
she said has she hug her womb with few tears missing her mate. A small bump trace her face touching her
belly, Trey was trying to caress her though his enclosure feeling the pain of separation

~*~

Tula had been staying with Jaci for the all duration of the process; the equine wanted to be nearby in case
of any difficulties. Tula didn’t mind, she did not trust herself to be able stand on her own. She was thankful
for the company of one who had so much experience in what she was going through. And thankfully, Jaci
was nearby the morning when Tula woke up with a yell.

Jaci came into the garden, where Tula had dozed off the night before, to find her lying on the ground,
rubbing her belly.

“Something’s happening,” she moaned, as she struggled to get upright. “I think I need to- nnn!” She
suddenly winced, her tail flagging as her pussy bulged open and discharged a flash-flood of fluids.

“It seems like Trey is ready to come out,” said Jaci, kneeling down to caress Tula’s belly. “It should not be
long, dear.”

Tula groaned and writhed on the ground as she felt her beloved shift within her. Whatever he was doing in
there, he was doing it quickly. She felt like she was being torn apart inside as her womb opened up once
again.

“What’s happening in there?” she moaned. “He’s too gods-damned big!”

“And you are strong,” said Jaci, as she continued to massage Tula. “Push for him, my dear. Push as hard as
you can!”
And Tula did as she was told, flexing her inner muscles as hard as she could as she felt herself squeeze and
stretch around Trey. She could practically follow his path through her body as the shape of her belly
distorted, and it wasn’t long before she could feel herself bulging and opening up, could see something
beginning to emerge from her. Jaci saw Tula bulge open again and a white wet sack came out soon broken
by a hand. Jaci smiled, reaching out to grasp it.

“You are doing just fine,” said Jaci, giving Tula a reassuring pat. “But with your permission, I will help him
out.”

“Do whatever you need to!” she squealed. “I just need him out of me already! Nnngh!”

In time with her pushing, Jaci gave her son a gentle tug, and little by little, more and more of him was born.
It wasn’t long before his head and shoulders emerged, spitting up fluid and gasping for breath. As his eyes
struggled to focus, the first thing he saw was his mother’s smiling face.

“Come on, love,” groaned Tula. “I’m sure you enjoyed your little vacation, but it’s time for you to be… nnn…
evicted!” She grit her teeth and pushed once again, and with Jaci’s help, he slipped further and further out
of her. Thankfully, it seemed to take much less effort than getting him inside had done. Once his chest was
free, the rest of his body started to slide out of Tula’s body with only a token effort, and soon, he fell down
onto the soft ground, coughing and sputtering. As the two were occupied with their breathing Jaci saw the
umbilical cord detached, now a lot longer than before, leaving Trey body without any sign of its presence
and then a second cord much bigger than the first, let loose the member of her son and close its folds. Tula
let out an immense sigh of relief as she was finally relieved of his immense burden not noticing the two
cords withdrawn back inside her.
Figura 133: Trey is finnaly out the ritual had work changing Trey more than just in a way

“Trey?” she said, pulling herself around to look upon her beloved’s face for the first time in over a month.
“Are you well? You look… different.”

Slowly, groaning as he worked the creaks out of his body, Trey pushed himself up to look at her. “So do
you,” he said, grinning.

As he stood up, Tula could see the full extent of the changes to his body. His hair had grown longer, for one,
and he had a lot more of it. It almost looked like he’d grown a coat of fine fur, starting underneath his belly
and going all the way down his legs. He was taller, longer-limbed. Unsteady on his feet at first, but he found
his balance quickly and maintained it with cervine grace. And it was hard not to notice the most dramatic
change; where his member normally hung, there instead was an equine sheath, black and leathery with a
pair of huge, low-hanging balls to accompany it.

The changes Tula’s body had gone through were not as thorough, but no less impressive. She, too, had
grown, her lower body having gotten thicker and stronger, and both her breasts and her udder had swollen
considerably.

“Gods, Trey,” said Tula. “You’re beautiful…”

“So are you,” said Trey, approaching her. “You’ve been so close, and yet it feels like I haven’t seen you in so
long…”

With that, the two of them embraced, Tula let out a small yelp that was interrupted by Trey kissing her
deeply.

“I will leave you two to get reacquainted,” said Jaci, giggling softly as she made her exit hiding a bag of what
Tula just expulse with a mental note to bury it later. Trey salute his mother than turn back to Tula, he
couldn’t help but laugh as well as he kissed Tula more deeply, one hand reaching up to grope her breast. To
his surprise, he felt something wet hit him in the chest. He broke apart from her, and saw a number of fine
white droplets gathered at the tip of her nipple.

“That started happening about two weeks ago,” said Tula, giving it a little squeeze and producing a fine
spray. “Your mother’s had to milk me daily to keep it from being unmanageable.”

“Well then,” said Trey, giving her a smile. “I’d hate to leave you in need.” With that, he bent over enough to
take the nipple into his mouth. Tula moaned loudly as Trey began to drink her milk, running a hand through
his hair with a dreaming look in her eyes enjoying the feeling of caring for a fawn. They enjoy this new
activity for a while as Tula’s body recuperate.

“Mmm, not to stop you from having fun,” she said, letting her hands wander, “but you seem to have a
brand new tool at your disposal, and I just can’t wait to see how you use it.” With that, she reached down
to grope his new sheath, from which his cock was already beginning to emerge. With the help of her touch,
it didn’t need much more prompting to make itself known. Trey groaned as he felt himself grow harder and
harder, until finally, he pulled himself away from Tula’s breast and looked down.

He couldn’t help but gasp at the first look at his new shaft. It wasn’t as big as a centaur’s, but it still dwarfed
his old member. It had to be at least a foot in length, and twice as thick as it had been before.
“It’s beautiful,” said Tula, gently running a finger along its length. “And I bet it can’t wait to put a fawn in
me.” She bend down to give it a lick and a kiss on its flatten tip

Trey felt himself twitch. She was absolutely right. He had never wanted to rut her more in his entire life.
They shared one more brief kiss as he made his way behind her, and she wasted no time in standing up and
presenting herself. Her pussy was still wet and swollen, gaping slightly from having birthed him, and her
teats were wonderfully plump and swollen, dripping with milk. Trey couldn’t stop himself from reaching out
to give one plump teat a squeeze, eliciting a yelp.

Figure 144: Tula has finally her Trey back and wants to start on their fawn

“Don’t tease me, Trey,” she moaned. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long… I need you to rut me now!”

As much as he would have loved to explore every inch of her body, Trey could tell from the tone of her
voice that she was not in the mood for foreplay. Gripping her flanks, he wasted no time in rooting every
inch of his cock inside of her in a single thrust. Tula let out a breathy moan as he sank into her delectable
heat, filling her up wonderfully.
“That’s why I love you, Trey,” moaned Tula, pushing her rear against him. “You just spent almost two
months inside of me and you can’t wait to get back in.”

“I can’t help myself,” said Trey, giving one flank a playful swat as he began to pump her. His new cock
seemed to be twice as sensitive as the old one, and he could feel every little undulation within her as he
worked himself into and out of her.

“That’s it, my love!” she cried. “Take me hard! Fill my womb with your seed! Put a fawn in me, please!”

And as much as he wanted to prolong this, Trey was riding high on new sensations and he didn’t know how
long he could last. He knew what Tula wanted, and he was going to give it to her. And so, when he felt that
familiar sensation rising deep within his loins, he didn’t try to hold back. He gave into it, feeling his balls
shudder as he pumped her full of blast after blast of hot seed.

Tula cried out as he filled her, her voice almost musical as Trey began to fill up her womb. She pushed back,
nearly pinning him to the ground as she milked his cock absolutely dry, before finally slipping off of him in a
panting heap.

Trey, exhausted though he was, wasted no time in crawling up next to her, cuddling up to her heaving
chest. She smiled and planted a kiss on his head.

“Don’t ask me how I know,” she said. “But I just know that you put a fawn in me. I can feel it happening.
We’re going to have our family.”

Trey gave her a wide smile, reaching out to rub her underbelly. “You made this happen, my love,” he said.
“Your strength and determination.”

“Well, you helped a bit,” she said, giving him a playful jab in the chest. They both let out a hearty laugh.

“So what do you think our fawn will look like?” he asked, leaning against her belly.

“Who knows? But no matter what they look like, I just know that they’ll be perfect. And I can’t wait to meet
them.”
Figure 1: Untitle by unknown ........................................................................................................................... 4
Figure 2 Aiushtha the enchantress by Ambris ................................................................................................... 6
Figure 3 Enchantress and Bounty Hunter by SentientSocks ........................................................................... 10
Figure 4 Untitle by jojje ................................................................................................................................... 11
Figura 5 centaur girl by bokuman .................................................................................................................... 15
Figure 6 Edit of Supporting the Line by Fizzz ................................................................................................... 21
Figura 7 Deertaur Unbirth 1 By PeculiarArt .................................................................................................... 24
Figura 8 Deertaur Unbirth pt2 By PeculiarArt ................................................................................................. 25
Figura 9 Deertaur Unbirth pt3 By PeculiarArt ................................................................................................ 26
Figura 10: Deer taur Unbirth pt4 By PeculiarArt ............................................................................................ 28
Figure 11 Insert DotA Title Here by NightFaux ................................................................................................ 30
Figura 12: Deertaur Unbirth internal By PeculiarArt ...................................................................................... 32
Figura 13: Deertaur Unbirth aftermath By PeculiarArt ................................................................................. 38
Figure 14: Untitle by unknown ........................................................................................................................ 40

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