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A Mixture of Horse-DNA
by Kidermark (no address provided)
***
Scientific experiment gone wrong? Or had it gone right?
Terribly right! (FF, tg, sci-fi)
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Amy awoke, startled by the shrill chiming of her alarm.
She settled back into her pillow and looked sideways at
her clock. Reading the digital display she sat bolt-
upright.
"8:30? Shit, I'm going to be so late!"
Amy jumped out of bed and dressed as quickly as she
could in her jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. As soon as
she was decent she rushed downstairs to the kitchen and
grabbed a banana and an apple for breakfast. She'd have
to skip the normal coffee and cereal if she was going to
get to college on time.
She rushed over the road to her bus stop just as the bus
arrived. She sat at the back of the bus once she'd paid
her fare and started wolfing down her fruit as if she'd
not eaten in weeks.
The reason Amy was so worried about being late today, of
all days, was because her class was going on a trip to a
science lab. She'd always had a love for science,
especially forensics, so in college, she'd taken the
course that gave her the widest scientific education
possible.
The journey was half an hour on the bus and a 2 minute
run to stop at the college gate where her class was
getting onto a coach for the 2 hour journey to the lab
they were visiting.
"Amy!" her tutor said. "Just in time. We were going to
leave without you."
"Sorry Andrew," she said. "I'm still not used to living
on my own."
"Never mind that. Get your backside on the coach or
we'll all be late there."
Amy smiled and got on the coach, taking a seat next to
her best friend, Lucy.
Amy had left home 3 months ago, to live in a flat by
herself. She'd had to take a part-time job to pay the
rent, but the landlord was, thankfully, very
understanding. She was also grateful that college was
much more relaxed than secondary school. The tutors
understood why she was always late and always spoke to
her like she was an adult and not a naughty child.
A few minutes later, the coach set off through the city
centre to the other side of the city where the lab was
set up like a little farm. Apparently the lab dealt in
cloning experiments; how it could be done successfully.
While scientists had cloned a sheep back in the 1990s,
Dolly the sheep, being a clone, didn't have a very long
lifespan. The purpose of this lab was to find a way to
make cloning possible while retaining the average
lifespan of cloned animals.
Amy found it all extremely fascinating, which is why
she'd worked her ass off to be able to pay for this
trip. She'd taken any extra shifts or overtime she could
at work.
"Alarm again?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah," Amy replied. "No matter what time I go to bed,
the damned thing doesn't ever wake me up the first time
it goes off."
Amy watched the city roll past quietly, talking to Lucy
when she was required to, but mainly she listened to
Lucy pine on about how good in bed her boyfriend was.
She didn't seem to have any shame, not even appearing to
try and keep her voice down. It was as if she wanted to
let the world know she was fucking who she described as
"the best lay in the city".
After what seemed an eternity, the city ended and the
country side began to sidle by. The beauty of the
English country side always took her breath away. The
rolling hills, shimmering streams like ribbons of tinsel
on the tree at Christmas, the herds of animals behind
their fences and natural barricades, it always made her
feel as if she was floating.
Before Amy knew it, the coach had stopped, pulled up to
an ordinary-looking farm-house. A small group of men and
women wearing various kinds of outfit awaited them. Some
of them looked like the scientists they were, others
looked like they belonged in an office or supermarket.
The class left the coach and gathered in front of the
scientists. The man at the front of their welcoming
committee stepped forward and cleared his throat.
"I'm doctor Michaels," he said. "I'm the Chief
Researcher at this facility and will be giving you a
tour today. We'll be showing you many of the labs here
and explaining what it is we're trying to accomplish
with our work."
He led them inside and down a flight of stairs. The labs
were impressive in size. The entire "farm" must have
been built after the labs were, so as not to have a
modernised building in a place where a farm would look
more at home. Doctor Michaels confirmed this suspicion
quickly.
"Of course," he explained, "the fields on the surface do
hold animals that we occasionally take samples from. We
keep them well-fed and exercised, everything they need
each and every day."
They spent the morning touring the main labs and taking
notes on what was done in each lab. When noon came, they
stopped for lunch in the cafeteria, which was in the
large farm-house, though it looked like it belonged in a
school or a hospital, though it was rather small.
Amy thought the morning had gone well. She'd learned
things from the tour of the labs, some of it had taken a
large amount of concentration to understand because it
was very complex, but she'd grasped it fairly quickly.
Lucy, however, was bored out of her mind. Though she was
taking the course, she wasn't very interested in cloning
or experimental science. She preferred hard facts.
"I wish I'd stayed in bed," she told Amy while they ate.
"That Doctor Michaels guy sure likes to drone on."
"Yeah, well it's his job when students come here," Amy
said. "You can't hold it against him. Besides, it's all
interesting stuff. Imagine what cloning could be used
for."
"Don't care," Lucy said.
"Even if cloning saved your life one day?" Amy asked
her, grinning slyly.
"How could it do that?" Lucy asked, ignorantly.
"Well, say you needed an organ transplant, and there
were none available" Amy began. "They could possibly
clone the organ they needed from your own DNA, giving
you an organ guaranteed to be a match."
"That's Science-Fiction talking, Amy."
"It may be Science-Fact, one day soon," Andrew cut in.
"Sorry to eavesdrop, debating such things is
interesting; hearing everyone's views on things and
such."
They spent the rest of their lunch debating the pros and
cons of cloning which seemed to make Lucy happy. She
really got into it and soon they were having an
intellectual argument without a hint of boredom from
her.
When lunch was over, Doctor Michaels told them they were
going to tour the labs where they were doing more
experimental cloning techniques, which meant going even
further down.
The facility had 3 levels: the farmhouse, which held the
cafeteria and a few offices, the basement, which had the
primary testing labs, and the sub-basement, which held
labs for more difficult testing.
It was the first lab in the sub-basement where Amy made
the mistake of picking up a beaker full of liquid. It
wasn't exactly against the rules of the trip, they just
had to wear gloves, eye protection and a lab coat, all
of which she was wearing.
"Be careful with that," Doctor Michaels said. "It's hard
to replace."
"What is it?" Amy asked.
"A mixture of horse-DNA, testosterone and something I
can't tell you about," he replied, winking slightly.
"Wouldn't want a secret formula we made to get leaked
onto the internet or anything and wind up being used
without our oversight, now, would we?"
"Is it dangerous?" Amy asked, intrigued.
"Not that we know. Of course, because of it's expense,
we're extremely careful with it."
Amy held the beaker up to the light and looked through
it. It was a light, clear green colour and had the
consistency of water. She lowered it when her arm
started to ache slightly, so she wouldn't drop it. She
didn't notice a few drops drip down the outside of the
beaker and onto her hand. She gave the beaker a small
sniff and smelled something similar to bleach. She but
the beaker down and followed the rest of the class. As
she did so, she opened a stick of chewing gum and
slipped it quickly into her mouth and chewed it, careful
not to let anybody see her do so, knowing the rules of a
lab.
By the end of the day, Amy was tired. She'd had fun and
learned a lot, but it had taken a lot out of her, too.
She made her dinner and sat in front of the television
to watch a few of her favourite shows, which were mainly
CSI and NCIS. They were what had gotten her into science
in the first place. As she watched, she got even more
tired steadily.
The next thing Amy knew, she was on her hands and knees,
though she couldn't feel anything below the knee on
either leg. She looked up to see not her living room,
but a field with a few horses in it. The horses were
grazing on the grass, their tails whipping through the
air at flies.
She looked down and saw that what she had thought were
her arms, were actually a horse's front legs.
"What the hell is going on?" she thought.
She looked around again and sniffed at the air. She
could smell the warm, sweet scent of horses. She's
always liked how horses smelled. She'd first smelled it
when she'd learned to ride as a child and it had made
the experience more engaging for her. Just the smell of
these horses brought back her memories of the horses she
used to ride.
Suddenly, Amy was awake, the TV was on and she was
highly confused. Firstly, was the dream. It was
confusing the hell out of her, why the hell did she have
it? The most obvious assumption was because of the class
trip. She'd examine the dream later.
There seemed to be a more pressing matter. Her panties
seemed much too tight, as if they'd been pulled when
she'd fallen on the floor, but it didn't feel right for
that situation.
She looked down and noticed that her skirt had bunched
up and she could see the problem. Her panties were
bulging out and to one side, dangling by her leg was a
huge testicle. She was instantly scared.
Amy ripped her panties down and in the scant dawn light,
she saw the sheath of a horse's cock and slightly lower
down, 2 large balls that were now resting on the floor.
"This is a dream!" she said, loudly. "This isn't real!"
But she knew that in a dream, you never proclaimed that
it wasn't a dream. Just to satisfy her urge to know for
sure, she pinched herself hard. It hurt a lot.
"How did this happen?" she asked, as if the simple
notion of asking would give her the answer.
Amy jumped up and ran to the bathroom to look in the
mirror for a better view of this unnatural thing. When
she got there, she ripped her knickers of and stared
into the mirror, willing it to be a hallucination.
She reached down and tentatively touched the sheath. It
felt real and she could feel the veins and the soft,
regular pulse of blood flowing through it. She gave it a
slight squeeze and could feel something inside it.
She felt a stirring feeling in her stomach. It was like
butterflies going haywire. She was still looking in the
mirror when she saw the soft tube of her newly-grown
cock edging slowly from its sheath. As she watched, Amy
saw it spring quickly from soft and flexible to
unimaginably hard. It hurt, it was so hard.
Amy had no idea why she was getting horny, since she was
still terrified as to what had happened to her body, but
she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to
pleasure herself as she now was. She decided to go for
it without even considering the ramifications.
She wrapped her hand around the hard, thick shaft of her
new cock and squeezed it lightly. The pressure she
exerted was deliciously exciting. Even through the fear
and shock, it felt great to do. She was craving to do
more, but forced herself to take her time.
Slowly, gently, Amy started to rub her hard shaft,
moaning instantly at the feeling of her hand gliding
along it. It was so sensitive that she was soon panting
with lust and increasing her speed and pressure.
She fell to her knees, weak with the longing to cum,
pumping her shaft as hard and fast as she could, moaning
loudly. Feeling a tingling in her newly-grown testicles
she screamed her pleasure before shooting a gigantic
load of semen straight at the mirror.
The thick, sticky substance splashed onto the mirror in
a stream, covering her reflection in cum, blocking her
view of herself. She kept stroking herself, feeling
better and better as she came more and more, her cum
flying from the end of her cock like a rocket, hitting
the mirror then dripping down it slowly.
She came for a good minute before the cum started just
dripping from the tip of her large member and pooling on
the floor between her legs. She was panting, breathless
as she stopped jacking herself off, almost unable to
see, she felt so good.
As Amy lay back, panting, it slowly dawned on her what
she'd just done. She'd been overcome by feelings she
didn't recognise and masturbated with this scary new
appendage. The fear she'd felt earlier came back
stronger than before, as the ramifications dawned on her
like a slap to the face.
'What if I can't suppress the urges?' she thought. 'I
might be controlled by this thing for the rest of my
life.'
Sobered from her desires, she got to work cleaning up.
She washed the mirror and wiped off her new, huge member
with a wet cloth. Then she had to rinse the cloth off
before climbing into the shower and having an extremely
cold wash.
There was still an hour or so before she had to leave
for college, so she rang Lucy. Mercifully, she picked up
her phone quickly.
"Hello?" was what Amy heard. Lucy sounded groggy.
"Lucy, it's Amy. I need you to come to mine as soon as
you can," she said, urgently. "Forget college, I have a
problem."
"Can't it wait?"
"No. It can't," Amy replied. "Please?"
"Fine," Lucy said after a moment's silence. "I'll be
there in an hour or so."
An hour and a half later, there was a knock at the door.
Amy answered it and thankfully, Lucy was there. Amy
ushered her in and offered her a drink, which Lucy
declined.
"Let's just get this over with," she said.
"I wish I could," Amy said under her breath.
Lucy didn't seem to hear her, so Amy made them both a
cup of coffee and sat down. She sipped her drink as she
tried to figure out how to tell her best friend what had
happened to her. She could try and find a way to talk
into it or she could come straight out with the shocking
truth.
"Well?" Lucy asked, taking a gulp of coffee. "What's
up?"
Amy tried to think of words to express what she was
feeling, how frightened and confused she was, but she
couldn't grasp any. Instead, she stood up and faced
Lucy.
"I have something to show you," she said. "I'm confused
as to how it happened, but I need to tell someone about
it."
Amy had only put on a dressing gown for this, so she
undid the belt, still holding it closed.
"What the..." Lucy started, before finishing with, "Hey,
no offense, but I'm not into lesbian stuff."
"Please!" Amy exclaimed.
Lucy just nodded, seeing the worry on her friend's
features. Amy pulled open her dressing gown. The cock
that had been held hidden by the dressing gown flopped
down and hung limply between her legs.
Lucy looked as if she were in shock. Her eyes were wide,
her mouth hanging open. In any normal situation, she'd
have looked hilarious, but not in this one.
The cock was about a foot and a half long and about 3
inches thick at its hardest, Amy remembered. At the
moment it was about half that and hanging limply.
"That has to be fake," she said, disbelievingly.
"I wish it were," Amy said sadly.
Lucy was staring and Amy blushed, and averted her gaze.
She did notice, however, Lucy licking her lips
unconsciously.
"Look at the size of it!" Lucy almost yelled, her face
breaking into a slight smile.
She was obviously trying to hide her love of such a
large cock, and Amy decided to let her think she hadn't
noticed. She had other worries, after all.
Lucy stood up and made Amy sit down. She then squatted
in front of her and rested her hands on Amy's knees to
support herself as much as give comfort.
"Amy, this is going to be fine," she said calmly. "We'll
figure it out and find someone or some way to make you
how you were."
When Amy didn't respond Lucy gave her a little slap on
the knee and asked what was wrong.
"It'll take forever to sort out, if it's even possible,"
Amy said. "And I can't control it."
This made Lucy cock her eyebrow and Amy told her what
had happened a while earlier. As she spoke,
understanding dawned on Lucy's face and Amy could all
but hear the cogs turning and forming a solution.
"I can help with that," Lucy said, unembarrassed.
"What happened to not being interested in lesbian
stuff?" Amy asked.
"Well," Lucy said, a smile coming to her face, "with a
cock like that, I can make an exception. The bigger the
better for me, after all."
Amy sighed in fake exasperation, though her heart was
pounding a bruise on the inside of her ribcage. She had
to admit, the idea of fucking Lucy with this massive
cock was strangely exciting. She barely thought before
nodding in agreement.
Even as she was nodding, her new appendage was growing
hard and long at the thought of fucking her best friend.
Before even thirty seconds were up, Amy's cock was so
hard, it felt like it was going to burst open from the
pressure.
A glint came to Lucy's already bright eyes as she
admired the sheer length of her friend's unnatural,
large horse-cock. She dropped off the couch and looked
at it close up, marvelling at how it looked: the slight
curve of the 18 inch shaft, the large veins puling with
blood to keep it hard. Underneath the cock was a set of
huge balls, dangling down and swinging slightly as Amy
moved.
Lucy licked her lips again before leaning in and slowly,
gently licking the head of Amy's cock, causing Amy to
moan softly.
Lucy smiled when she tasted it. It tasted completely
different to how she was used to a cock to taste. It was
still fleshy tasting, but it was sweet, and the rhythmic
pulse of blood under the skin was deliciously powerful.
It made her even wetter than she already was.
Amy moaned loudly when Lucy engulfed the head of her new
cock deeply, pressing it to the back of her throat and
licking the underside. She felt as if her cock was about
to explode with cum, right down her friend's throat.
Lucy sucked hard, bobbing her head hard and fast, her
hands, wrapped around the shaft, were stroking with an
equal amount of enthusiasm. Amy moaned long and loud
and, without warning, came hard. A huge torrent of cum
filling Lucy's mouth. Lucy tried to swallow it all, but
she couldn't swallow it as fast as Amy's cock could pump
it into her mouth, which meant that a lot escaped her
lips and dripped down her shin and onto her shirt.
She pulled Amy's cock from her mouth, swallowed the last
of the cum in her mouth and wiped it on the back of her
arm. She then looked down at her top and saw the mess
there.
"Sorry Lucy," Amy said, looking embarrassed. "I didn't
mean to cover your shirt in cum."
"It's fine," Lucy said, smiling as she wiped some of it
onto her fingers then sucked it off of them and
swallowed.
She eyed Amy's still-hard cock and took her clothes off.
Seeing Lucy naked made Amy's cock twitch and all she
wanted to do was jump on her and ram her cock into
Lucy's tight pussy and ass, but she fought hard to
control her desires.
Lucy stood and pushed Amy's dressing gown, which she'd
kept on but open, from her shoulders. As it fell to the
floor, Lucy took Amy's hand and pulled her to the
bedroom. When they got there, Lucy pushed Amy onto the
bed and climbed onto it next to her, not even shutting
the door behind them.
Lucy leaned over and kissed Amy on the lips
passionately, her hand slowly rubbing the cock that was
now pointing almost straight up at the ceiling. Amy
kissed back, moaning slightly, as their tongues found
each other and started dancing together. The kiss was
long and when it was broken, a thin string of saliva
hung between their tongues.
Lucy stood on the bed, her feet planted either side of
Amy's waist and she slowly lowered herself to a
comfortable kneeling position where the cock could be
standing proud, but not inside her. Slowly and
carefully, she grabbed it and lined it up with her
dripping opening before lowering herself further, the
head of Amy's cock piercing her tight cunt.
Both of them moaned loudly, as if it was a competition
to out-moan the other, but in reality, Amy was moaning
at her friend's tight pussy and Lucy from being filled
so much (even with only two inches of it inside her).
When she'd gotten used to the girth of Amy's cock, Lucy
pushed down more, until it hit her cervix. As she did,
she came from being penetrated so deeply with such a
thick cock. She didn't stop there; she pushed even
further and harder, and the head of Amy's cock pierced
Lucy's tight cervix, penetrating her deeper than she'd
ever been penetrated before. Lucy screamed with a mix of
extreme pleasure and pain, while Amy moaned at such a
tight grip on her cock.
Lucy started to move her hips slowly fucking her best
friend and both moaned in tandem, a symphony of pleasure
and pain that seemed to go perfectly with such an
intimate act, and having nothing to do with the size of
the cock or depth of penetration.
Amy couldn't help herself, she rolled over, putting Lucy
underneath her with her legs up and she held them where
they were as she started to fuck her friend hard and
fast. Lucy started swearing incoherently as she was
pounded deeply and hard by Amy's horse-cock, and Amy's
balls slapped hard against her ass.
Both of them screamed as their orgasms peaked, Lucy
squirting cum around Amy's cock, and Amy emptying her
big balls directly into Lucy's womb. The amount of cum
Amy expelled was so large that it squirted out of Lucy
and onto the bed covers.
As they both came down from their first orgasms, they
hugged and kissed, all inhibitions on the lesbian act
gone before drifting off quickly into the post-orgasmic
bliss of deep, contented sleep.
END
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