Wishingly trained (Tg) (Patreon)

“This is bad. Another one of these idiots caught and behind bars now…” Antonio mumbled to himself, nervously trying to hurry down the street. He really was on his last leg now, there was no doubt about it. If life went on like this he would quite literally starve to death, and soon.

He didn’t have a ‘home’ or something similar. The headquarters he operated from until recently now was completely under the control of the cops, and he definitely wasn’t one to challenge THEM. The money he had accured over the last years was all there too, so he really was flat out broke. And now even his friends… no, more like partners in crime, were getting rooted out one after another… this was truly bad.

Though then a situation presented itself in front of Antonio, that he couldn't help but stop to watch from a distance: Two young women had run into each other, and that caused one to drop her purse. She looked like she just wanted to hurry along too, so she must have not realized what she had lost.

This was perfect. Antonio certainly wasn’t too good to steal from innocent women, especially when they wouldn’t even realize it. Although…

“Tsk.” Was all he let out, when another woman ran towards the blue haired one and pointed frantically at the purse on the floor. It didn’t take long for the both of them to gather around to purse and start filling it back up with whatever spilled to the floor.

Though both of them were now talking with each other and filling up the blue-haired one’s purse again. No one was actually looking at the purse of the OTHER woman.

“Well… now or never…” Antonio whispered, pulled up his hood and moved fast, but inconspicuously towards the scene, never letting his target out of his eyes…

“Oh, these? Yeah, you should be a bit careful with them.” The oddly blue-haired girl said, though in a surprisingly proud tone. “Those are wish charms. They are capable of granting minor wishes, though they still have a few kinks to work out… Hehehe~”

“Wishes?” Antonio asked himself silently, “what kind of crap is that? These girls really believe that? They deserve to get mugged if they’re that stupid. Let’s roll.” As if he were running track, he took a ready position and bolted for the purse. In one smooth motion, he leaned down, stretched out his arm and snagged his target, off to the races before either of the two even realized what had happened.

Even when the young woman helping the blue-haired one shouted at him, it was muffled. Antonio had so much adrenaline pounding through his body, that nothing else really mattered and just about every sound was filtered out.

Nothing was really processing in Antonio’s head other than to run as fast and as far as possible, but it did seem that he’d been running for quite a long while, ten minutes maybe. Turning to look back, he saw that the girl who was chasing her was still hot on his tail, not looking terribly winded at all! He was already huffing and puffing, so at this rate, she’d catch up to him and he’d be behind bars for good!

“Piece of crap, this chick won’t let up!” He panted under his breath. “Gagh! Was this even worth my damn time? I wish this girl was obsessed with something else other than this purse! Hell, like my body! She should be chasing my looks instead of this damn thing!”

Just as these words escaped from his lips though, something in his clenched fist began to glow. He hadn’t even realized it, but on snatching the woman’s purse he also unwittingly snagged a trinket that had hooked onto its zipper and now it was emanating an ethereal light. The shine was so bright that he couldn’t even see where he was going and was forced to stop.

“Aggh! What the hell is this?!” Releasing the purse and covering his eyes, Antonio felt a terribly uncomfortable gurgling in his gut. He knelt to the ground and wrapped his arms around his stomach, feeling like doing so might just quell his uneasiness. Fortunately enough for Antonio, this pain was just enough of a distraction to prevent him from noticing his changes.

Compared to what would eventually happen, the first changes Antonio experienced were rather tame. His skin cleared of its many scars and became much smoother and lighter, his facial structure shifted into a much more dainty and feminine one, his dark hair turned a lovely shade of blonde and grew out substantially, but most peculiarly her ears began to grow outward in a vaguely triangular shape and become covered in brown fur. Strange indeed, but it wasn’t until the next set of transformations that he began to notice something was off.

The swirling uneasiness in his gut slid upward into his chest, pulsing and pounding until an explosion of soft flesh bloated out. Incredibly, instead of his new, huge jugs ripping his shirt right open, they seemed to fill the shirt perfectly. The fabric wrapped tightly around each breasts, extenuating just how amazingly massive they were. In a strange daze, Antonio fondled them slightly but stopped immediately as it sent a paralyzing flash flood of pleasure all throughout his body that would’ve made his knees buckle if he was standing.

Just as he was recovering from the warm surge of lust that shot through his body, one more fantastical sensation followed. In Antonio’s crotch area, he felt a wet slurping motion and let out a loud moan of ecstasy. ‘She’ pressed a gentle hand to her fresh new womanhood to check if ‘it’ was still there but was met with a horrifying feeling. Just an absent space was all that remained, one that proved to be just as sensitive as her breasts. She yanked her hand away before she burst with erotic pleasure.

It was hard to call this woman by Antonio now, with she herself not really correlating herself with that name. She could really only think of herself by the name Abigail. Something about it sounded wrong to her confused, clouded mind, but it was the only name entering Abigail’s head. Unfortunately enough for Abigail, all these lewd, sensitive transformations weren’t enough as even more shifts were soon to follow, ones that were much more drastic than a simple shift in gender.

Abigail’s rump began to expand outward at a dramatic rate, stretching her pants out until they were completely torn. Her torn trousers revealed a bottom that was covered in short brown fur, reminiscent to the look and feel of a barnyard animal. To compensate for her body growing this massive rear, her legs began to undergo a bizarre fission. From her preexisting two legs, two more grew out and retreated to the back half of her bottom half, finally offering her some stability.

Her four legs hardly stayed the way they were for long though, morphing into legs more befitting of a horse to have. Her feet even became blunt and formed into low dexterity hooves, useless for anything but trotting around. And for the grand finale of Abigail’s changes, a tail the same color as her hair and just as soft sprouted. Her lower half was now indistinguishable from that of any common mare but her overly endowed top half still made her look like the girl of anyone’s dreams. Two humongous breasts twice the size of her head, gorgeous and silky hair, and an impossibly feminine figure that could attract anyone, Abigail was to die for.

She was left gasping and panting from the extreme sensitivity that this body brought to her. Every jiggle of her breasts made her exhale a lewd squeal in pleasure. Slowly but surely, Abigail rose shakily onto her hooves, finally getting a bit used to her new form. This would normally be the time that Abigail could finally breathe and collect herself but a force placed itself on her back and slid its arms around her ample body, groping it all over.

“Haaaaaahhhn??!” Abigail was shaking in pleasure, her knees trembling each time whoever was on her back squeezed them. Turning around, the centaur saw a blushing blonde was straddled on her back with a face that made her look lost in lust as she leaned against her figure. Abigail somehow recognized this person as her trainer, going by the name ‘Mistress’. Who knew if she had a human name, as far as Abigail was concerned her rider was Mistress.

“Holy hell…” Mistress cooed to herself, aggressively feeling out her centaur in all her sensitive areas. “I wanna ride this soooo bad… in more ways than one~.”

“M-mistress…! Please stop… t-touching me there- aaaahhhhnn!!”

“Shhhh, shhhshhhshhhhhh…” Mistress shushed Abigail from her protests and placed a hand on her cheek to turn her head to look at her while she wrapped her other arm around her steed. Mistress’ eyes remained fixated on Abigail’s breasts however, ever so infatuated with her voluptuous body.

“I know it’s hard for my pretty pony not to have her bit gag and reins, but don’t worry that’s why you’re trained to ride in two ways~.”

Without warning, Mistress suddenly gripped Abigail’s breasts with one hand each, causing her to yelp in pleasure. Mistress squeezed both of Abigail’s melons tightly and she instinctively began trotting forward. Mistress then mushed Abigail’s breasts together, making her come to a screeching halt, partly because of instinct but also because she just couldn’t walk straight with her two sensitive mounds smushed together, flooding her entire body in heat. She had no idea why her body was reacting this way to such lewd and downright perverted advances and it flustered her foggy mind to no end. Abigail vaguely heard Mistress giggle before she gave a sharp squeeze to her breasts once more but this time pushing them to the right. Not only did Abigail proceed with her trot, but she also found herself turning right at the command.

Mistress’ hands incessantly mushing and groping her sensitive tits shot powerful waves of ecstasy through her body, making her tremble so heavily that it seemed that she could pass out at any waking moment.

Mistress’ centaur never realized it, but her body wasn’t the only thing that her transformation messed with. The very wiring of her brain was tampered with, becoming amazingly domesticated. Her subconscious was now hardwired to recognize Mistress as her one and only handler and obey Mistress’ every command from being simple transportation to allowing Mistress to use her body in whatever way she saw fit.

“C’mon Abigail, girl, let’s get you home. I’m sure your horseshoes need to be prettied up, and after we do that we get some special funtime together, don’t we?” With a sultry giggle, Mistress gave a grope and instinctively, Abigail moaned and began clipping and clopping wherever Mistress steered her. Mistress’ hands on approach would only get more rowdy when they arrived at her stables. Abigail knew that Mistress would ravish herself with every nook and cranny of the centaur’s highly sensitive body. Mistress was determined to play rough with her girl, riding her well into the night and getting more than a little intimate. Abigail just hoped that she’d be able to walk straight after Mistress had satisfied herself, but deep down she knew that she wouldn’t be able to so much as stand up for several hours after Mistress’ session of fun was over.

—

What happens when Marie drops some wish charms by accident? An amazing collab with lightness, that’s was. Oh right, and a guy got turned into a centauress. That too.

Link to pic