They go home, and settle into a new normal.

After the rather wild results of his latest wish, however incredibly sexy it was, Tom isn't quite ready for another "breeding" session with Sarah. When he suggests that they just pack up and call it a day, Sarah is somewhat disappointed, but understanding. The fact that, as she was helping pick up the last of their supplies, Sarah just happened to turn her centauress body such that her huge mare ass was right in front of Tom was purely coincidental. That she then just happened to flick her horse tail back and forth, wafting the scent of her beastly pussy right towards his face was entirely unintentional, surely.

On the ride back to the parking lot, the couple make light conversation. Throughout it, Tom subtly draws their conversation to how events have progressed, since Sarah caught the Monstergirl virus. With the effects of his most recent wish having been applied retroactively, he isn't certain what to expect. He has the slightly uncomfortable feeling that, when they get home, there will be a slightly different set of household expectations and behaviors that he would be expected to know. Still, for these new, even sexier circumstances? With a small grin on his face, Tom considered that to be entirely worth it.

When the Saunders reach the parking lot, they set about loading their relatively few picnicking supplies back up. Tom also sets to preparing the modified horse trailer that Sarah rides in. As they work, gently joking and flirting with each other, another family that seems to have just arrived at the park pass them by. One of the people in that family is an older teenage boy, right on the cusp of manhood. While the rest of his family walks by, sparing only a glance at the Saunders, the young man steadily falls behind the others, constantly glancing back at Sarah. Though Tom doesn't notice, busy loading their supplies back into their vehicle, Sarah realizes that she is being intensely watched. Out of the corner of her eye, she can tell that the young man who is now lagging rather far behind his family is gazing at her in lust, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

Something about the teenager seems vaguely familiar to Sarah, but she can't place why. After some brief hesitation, she thinks to herself, Why not give him a bit of a show, something to remember? After all, it's not like I'll ever see this young man again. Her mind made up, Sarah waits until Tom is distracted, before shifting her stance. She spreads her rear hooves slightly, then flips up her centauress tail, and starts rhythmically tensing and relaxing the muscles in her huge, animalistic pussy. She keeps this up for several seconds, the thick folds of her breeding-hole gaping wide open, then closing again with a faint slurping noise. Satisfied with her show, Sarah glances over her shoulder, slightly turning her human upper torso. The teenage boy had, apparently, greatly enjoyed her show, if the shocked, aroused way he is staring at her massive horse-like twat is any indication. Giving him a quick smile, Sarah gapes her vagina open one last time, before flipping her tail back down and going to help her husband, putting her moment of naughtiness out of mind.

When the couple get back home again, they settle into what is, to Sarah, an established, highly pleasant routine. For Tom, however, things are just different enough to be new and very exciting. Sex, for example, has at once simplified and gained a whole new dimension of complexity. Before Tom made the breeding wish, if the couple wanted to make love, they would want to have the huge, horse-scale dildo clean and ready, though Tom would occasionally use his fist and forearm instead. A certain amount of foreplay was necessary, of course, which wasn't something new to them. What was new, however, was what it took to get a centaur woman ready for sex, though many elements of foreplay crossed the species barrier. Either before or after this, Tom could sate his own lust in Sarah's horse cunt, but he would always return the favor to his wife.

Now, however? Sarah was always wet, and always ready to fuck, any time of any day. Not only was foreplay unnecessary for her, but she often gently encouraged Tom to move on from other sexual acts. While he enjoys such things as suckling on her milky breasts or licking her pussy, she gently urges him to just go ahead and fuck her, to cum in her mare pussy, to breed her. For Sarah, she seems to get a large amount of pleasure, and occasionally an orgasm, from the feeling of his sperm fertilizing her. The main source of her pleasure, however, is very obviously the process of birthing whatever Tom has impregnated her with, which is a whole different issue that Tom is still trying to understand. Whenever they have sex, Sarah would become pregnant and rapidly gestate their offspring in her womb. Then, somewhere between an hour and a half and four hours later, Sarah would go into orgasmic, overwhelmingly pleasurable labor, birthing some variety of fantastical or mythical creatures. Thankfully, none of the creatures she births seem to be anything other than animals, and all are highly independent within an hour or so of birth, immediately abandoning their parents.