Mom was perhaps closest to the tv series that you could remember, but she was also the least caricatured of the family. She had her hobbies and were preparing to start part time work again now Maggie would soon be old enough for preschool. At first, the centaur curse didn’t bother her. She was even pleased to see her genitals growing along to match her new equine butt, and found the sensation to have become far more pleasant. If she had to write the pros and cons of her curse, it had been one of the few positive things to happen. Then, as she felt the most sensitive part of her body plunge in a warm and wet cavity, all those bad feelings disappeared. She suddenly felt very light-headed. Well, it was… strange. On the receiving side, he felt a very pleasant warmth and wetness surrounding his penis. It was kind of relaxing, like swaddling yourself in warm clothes by winter or getting toasty in your bed’s duvet. On the giving side, he could not say it tasted that great : it was like a salty sausage made from his skin, but with a pronounced pee aftertaste. Clearly not a great restaurant masterpiece.

And it suddenly felt like a big firework traveled through his genitals. Damn it, he had never felt anything like that in his young life. It was definitely not peeing, but more like “super peeing”. Simultaneously, a strong jet hosed down his throat, forcing him to swallow. She could obviously use some tool still, like a dildo attached to a pole, but that seemed impractical. She had no way to see behind her rump, and this damned tail did not help her. Even when she lifted it, its hair still obstructed her view in a glass. But he simultaneously felt very excited. Now that he was getting used to the close-up view, he decided to get acquainted with his sex. He rubbed exploratorily his balls with his cheeks while he sniffed around, breathing in the middle of his balls. The smell was not bad considering he just had a bath, maybe a little stink, but more in an enticing way than a repulsive way. Snuggling along, he finally arrived at the more sensitive end. They thought they were still in a dream, so they decided to go bicycle riding naked. Marge's pubic area can be seen Then, remained the pets. After all, they would not debate about that delicate topic, not ask questions, and more than anything, not judge her and mind the depravity of this situation. If she sat on their bowls, and smother her undertail lengthily on their kibbles, they would probably be more than happy to eat their dish directly between her thighs, improved by her groin seasoning. Maybe they would even stay between for the lone pussy juice.Like many girls of her age, she had discovered masturbation accidentally, being helped by some inappropriate readings in her case, and of course, she became daily addicted. She shakes her head again and sobs. She tugs her hand out of yours before rolling over to face the other way. The only thing that springs to mind is something utterly crazy like kissing Lisa. But this is real life, kissing your sister like that doesn’t work.

Meanwhile, Maggie leaned down for a moment, appreciating the softness of her sister horse’s hair under her paws. It was the first time she was confronted to the half equine body of Lisa now she was fully transformed, and she realized how big it looked now compared to her. At this lone thought, her vulva began to wink rapidly, letting long strands of juice drip down her bed below. She drops her phone to the bed, her hands laying there loosely. With some hesitation you reach out and take one. She doesn’t pull away, so you try and convey the comfort and warmth you want to give her through the connection.

You don’t want this to come between you, and even if it weren’t for the fact it would scuttle your crazy thoughts of being able to love her, you don’t want your normal relationship ruined either. It was comfortable, mostly because the characters around you were less a caricature and more real people. Dad was a bit bumbling, a bit simple and maybe too naïve, but he did scrap through college and become a reactor operator. Thankfully, he didn’t operate a reactor by himself.

That comes at a surprise; you couldn’t imagine something thinking Lisa was ugly of all things. It does not compute. It’s utter nonsense. He wasn’t sure about what he was supposed to do exactly, but he suddenly rethought things he had heard about sexual education, how boys’ wee wees were supposed to go inside girls' waa waas. He wondered if he should simulate the latter with his mouth. After all, both of these organs were fleshy holes.Unable to control her body, she stifled her moans as she felt her orgasm coming at her like a crashing wave. You mean yeah, she’s not some drop-dead supermodel… but she’s twelve. She’s got a cute face with a button nose. Her bum – which you’re sure wasn’t like that six months ago – is respectable for someone her age and the same goes for her boobs. You know about the bum for certain because it’s right in front of you. It’s painful to watch. So painful in fact that you’re half-temped to admit you find her attractive right there and then. You shouldn’t though and you’re doubtful that will make the situation any better. After a moment’s hesitation, you climb up on the bed and lie behind her. Grampa vs. Sexual Inadequacy (Homer and Marge, Kirk and Luann, Dr. Hibbert and Bernice, various Springfieldians) Finally, his penis taper off, and he got a grip on himself as his orgasm ended. Damn it, he never thought such sensations existed. That was like the best feeling in the world.