"Why—HOW—did she check in at a commercial pine tree farm?"
Karyn checked Joanie’s location for the tenth time as her Uber rolled to a stop.
"Thanks! Have a good evening!" she chirped, waving as she hopped out, cheer uniform stuffed in her backpack.
Rows of pine trees stretched out before her—neat, tagged, growing for future Christmases.
A chill ran down Karyn’s spine as the sun began to set, making her breasts jiggle as she shivered.
"Joanie? Jooooaaaaniiiieeee~!" she called, voice echoing.
A muffled "Over here!" drifted back.
Karyn crept forward, heart thumping.
Past a final row, she spotted a horse’s tail—and heard a soft whinny.
"Did you find a horse? I’ve never been a horse girl, but—"
She rounded a massive pine tagged for the town’s 2028 Christmas Tree Lighting and froze.
Joanie, tits like beanbag chairs, was on her knees, SUCKING OFF A HORSE!.
Well, the flared part of one anyway..
Karyn gagged. "Ew! Gross! Joanie! That’s an animal!"
Sandra turned, tail flicking.
"Hey! Watch it. You’re just an animal too, monkey."
The horse’s upper body was Sandra, the town's only centaur and ranking Goth Girl. She overheard Joanie's younger sister Zoe talking about her in admiration..
Sandra's horse-cock was throbbing in Joanie’s throat.
Joanie's free flowing breast milk pooling beneath her and turning the ground into pine scented mud.
Karyn jumped back. "SANDRA?! Since when are you and Joanie—"
"Since I got this."
Sandra held up the Wishing Stone between her fingers. The Stone was dull and beneath casual notice unless you knew what it was.
"SHIT! SANDRA! DON’T USE IT! IT’S DANGEROUS!" Karyn screamed.
Sandra gave her a flat, amused stare.
"Do you think I’ve always been a futanari centaur? That Joanie’s always been a massive-titted slut?"
Karyn swallowed. "I… wanna say yes, but that feels… wrong."
Sandra grinned, eyes glinting.
"You must be Karyn—Joanie’s bestest bimbo friend.
You know what’s better than best friends?
Best Sisters..
I wish Karyn was Joanie’s perfectly identical twin sister and my girlfriend too, just like her."
