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A New Breed (Gallus, part 9)

By Chickenboy

The chicken-man stared at the great animal standing before him, head down munching at the hay and not paying much heed to the figure standing beside the narrow stall. The horse looked up, eyeing the person briefly before returning to his breakfast. The tan mustang stallion, Apollo, knew something significant had happened, as all the human handlers had mysteriously vanished and returned as strange creatures that bore uncanny resemblances to the chickens that always flitted around the ranch, all in varying degrees and style of alteration. Even some of the chickens seemed different, growing larger and in some cases taking on more human characteristics. Yet those who had turned still were recognizable to some extents, either from their voices, some parts of their bodies left unchanged, or from their scent. The beaked, feathered figure standing next to him was certainly familiar, smelling like the young man who had cared for him and the other animals in the stables, despite having wisps of poultry scents with some odd musky notes.

Andrew, the now feathery former human, looked at the horse with a sense of awe and wanting. The transformation had altered him a great deal. While still retaining an overall human shape, he was thoroughly avian now. His feet, while still plantigrade and human shaped, were covered in scaly, yellowish-gray skin up to just below his knees, where the reddish-brown feathers stopped. His arms were much the same, the feathers ending right below the elbow joints. The rooster man had a decent plume of green tail feathers and deep red waddles on his face and head. His figure, though, had not filled out as well. While most other people he saw had become more masculine, more feminine or more animalistic, he still had a rather scrawny physique, even with the added apparent bulk his feathers provided. And while his mind was altered from its previous state, at least one deep seeded longing still remained.

Even before the change which had swept through their area, turning any people and poultry in to odd, lust driven hybrids, he had felt a keen attraction not just to the gorgeous equines on the ranch but to Apollo in particular. One of the perks of his former job as groomer was that he got to feel every inch of their perfectly sculpted bodies. He had once envisioned how glorious it would be to have even just one intimate encounter with such a divine creature, but the change occurred and now everything was different. Like all the other victims of the strange plague, the first few days had been filled with shifting bodies and wild, maddened sex to try and relieve the overwhelming desire he and the others felt. Slowly, though, their raging lust had subsided. True a day scarcely went by now without several people furiously jacking off, laying eggs or finding a willing hen or rooster to slake their needs. The cries of passion and ecstasy were often heard several times a day, true, but at least now every second was not wholly devoted to such things. In the roughly three weeks since the change had first started, the chicken people had returned to a somewhat regular form of life. They continued to work the ranch, but converting it more into farmland, using the horses to help till fields and harvest crops. They seemed to care less and less about the outside world and their former lives, instead feeling more connected to the land and driven to build a simpler life for themselves.

Andrew, however, had not forgotten his desires. If anything the change had increased them, amping up his sex drive and removing many of his former inhibitions. He had taken care in getting the preparations in place, and he was ready to fulfill a deep desire and curiosity that consumed his mind. Apollo stood in the narrow stall, the walls close enough to keep him from moving too much. Apollo's tail was tied neatly in a knot to keep it out of the way and a large wooden crate was in the stall for easy sitting. Staked on a shelf were around a dozen eggs that were the size of oranges, collected from various people and birds on the ranch over the course of a couple days. Andrew intended to make good use of them. While he wasn't blessed by the change and became an egg-layer himself, he had quickly discovered the joys of using them as his own personal playthings. But most importantly he held in his hand a small glass vial of clear fluid, a small amount of the chemical that had apparently caused the change in the first place. Such small vials seemed to be circulating around, several of the first hybrids having found them in the chemical plant and had started spreading such vials around to the populace to help aid their population growth. But while only humans and chickens appeared to be affected by the serum, Andrew nevertheless was curious if it would have an effect on other creatures as well. While he seemed to doubt it, thinking any such reactions must have shown by now, he hoped at least the chemical might likewise up the stallion's mating drive and make him more amenable to what Andrew intended on doing.

With a cheerful cluck Andrew slipped into the stall, squeezing along between the horse's side and the stall wall, gently patting him to put the animal at ease. He stroked Apollo's muzzle lovingly, looking at the beautiful deep brown eyes. Andrew leaned in and planted a small, peck kiss on his nose, his heart aflutter with excitement. Popping the cap on the vial, he carefully poured a few drops on a finger and spread it just inside one of the stallion's nostrils, repeating it for the other and also along the inside of his lips. Andrew felt a warm tingle spread through his hands, figuring it was some contact buzz from the chemical. The horse didn't protest, even when the strange odor of the chemical had filled the stall. The horse shifted his weight and whinnied slightly, his back legs twitching as if he were trying to get comfortable.

Kneeling, Andrew's beaked face expressed what could only be a mischievous grin as he saw the flared head of Apollo's shaft emerging from its sheath. The member transitioned from pink, to spotted to full jet black on its lower length. It was a wonder to look upon, with close to two feet of length and as thick around as a soda can. The veins and medial ring stood out starkly, and the flared head was already glistening with the first drops of pre, the chemical apparently working already. It was such an enticing sight, and Andrew felt a stirring in his own loins. Looking down, he saw his own member emerging from his cloaca. Like many other people his had been altered, gaining length but without much thickening except around the base, with an overall curved, tapering shape with a head more pointed than a typical human phallus. He grinned with more relish as he felt his feathers ticking his exposed flesh.

Kissing the horse one more time, he replaced the cap and moved back towards the animal's hind quarters. Dropping to his knees, he took a moment to admire the alluring tube of flesh bobbing before him. It was huge, it was beautiful, and it was all his. Opening his beak, the rooster ran his tongue along its length, savoring the salty flavor and the heady smell of the horse's maleness. Even to the avian-man it was erotic beyond words. He reached out, gently letting his fingers trail over the organ, feeling the heat, the texture and the pounding of the animal's heart. He was in heaven, caressing the thing that for so long had been the object of his desires. He cupped and gently squeezed the sagging balls between Apollo's legs, drawing out a snort and a spurt of pre that splattered across the stall floor.

Andrew was about to step up his efforts when a devious idea crept into his lust addlepated brain. Once more removing the cap from the vial, he held the phallus angled down and poured the fluid along its entire length, emptying the remaining contents. Tossing the vial aside he began to fondle and massage the phallus, working the viscous fluid into the flesh. Andrew felt the warmth in his hands intensify and spread through his arms. Apollo whinnied as if in delight as he too felt a pleasant heat spreading through his groin as his nose and mouth were still filled with the scent and taste of the odd chemical. Andrew gave ample attention to other parts of the horse, his wet hands coating his sack and, further up, delighted in teasing the warm, soft flesh around the anal ring, but always moving back to the hot, throbbing member, sending shivers through his equine lover.

Apollo snorted in frustration as the rooster suddenly stopped. Turning his head, he could only catch glimpses of the bird creature sliding a large, low crate under his body, and could hear as Andrew positioned himself on top of it, lying right beneath Apollo's belly, with a perfect position to take advantage of the swaying member. Grabbing hold of it, Andrew gently pulled it downwards, angling his head so the flared tip was engulfed by his open beak. He ran his tongue across the head, teasing the opening and lapping the pre dripping from it. He closed his beak as much as he could around it, beginning to draw back and forth, letting his tongue and the hard surface of his facial structure do the work, slowly working the mustang into a deep haze of pleasure. Apollo had never experienced anything like it. The feeling was unlike mounting a mare, more exotic, the little nips from the beak sending small jolts of pain but accompanying floods of excitement through him. And the ever present, ever expanding warm tingling feeling only served to heighten his experience. The same was true for Andrew, as by then his whole arms were feeling that way, and it seemed to be creeping into his shoulders.

Minutes ticked by slowly, both males savoring the exquisite pleasure they were feeling. Soon it was too much, and Apollo neighed as he felt himself driven over the edge. His member stiffened and jolted up, letting loose a torrent of hot, stallion seed. Andrew caught as much as he could in his beak, loving the taste, but had a fair amount splatter across his face and onto the floor. Apollo's cock began to very slowly deflate, almost reluctantly. Andrew, after catching his breath, licked off the last string of spunk oozing from the cock tip before rolling off the crate. He was shocked he had not cum himself, but his member stood erect and aching for attention. Reaching to the shelf, he grabbed up one of the eggs sitting there and squatting down. He had learned well how to get himself off using them, sliding them up his ass and pushing them in and out, using only one or stuffing himself full, stimulating his prostate until the pleasure was too much to bare. He was about to reach back and poke the tip under his tail when he noticed something odd about Apollo.

The stallion seemed to be becoming aroused again, his member having only softened a bit and then surging back to full hardness. Apollo shifted his stance back and forth, each time trying to accommodate the engorged organ that once more demanded the feeling of sexual release. Andrew reached out a hand, gliding across the wet length. So transfixed was he that he almost lost his balance, catching the egg as it tumbled from his hand. As he caught it, though, a light bulb went off in his head.

Andrew lowered himself back onto the crate under the handsome stud, but this time facing the other way with his back propped against the closed rear stall door. Looking up, he got a clear view of Apollo's taint and the dark flesh of the anal ring, clenching and unclenching, slick with the remainder of the chemical that was spread over it. Standing up, Andrew briefly nuzzled against the horse's backside, feeling the round, strong flanks. He moved his beak between the massive ass cheeks, extending his tongue and rimming the horse to add more lubrication for what he was about to do. As Andrew pulled back, he held up the point of the egg, running its smooth surface across the tight pucker. As the sphincter momentarily loosened, Andrew firmly pressed forward, the tip sliding easily into the stallion's rear. Apollo seized up, his rectum trying to hold back for a fleeting instant before relaxing and accepting the foreign object into its dark depths.

Andrew pushed again and watched as the white shell was engulfed by the dark flesh, looking on in awe as the ring of muscles closed once more around the egg, clamping briefly around his finger as he removed it. Apollo whinnied slightly as let out what seemed to be a contented snort. Andrew felt his arousal build as he watched the stallion shift his hips around, the massive flanks moving up and down, side to side, as he tried to accommodate both his equinehood and the strange, shifting weight sliding around inside of him. As the horse began to settle, Andrew quickly snatched another egg, using his finger to tease the anal ring until it loosened, then following through with the slow, drawn out insertion. Another small shot of cum spat out of Apollo's tip as the second object slipped inside. His whole body stiffened again a few minutes later as he felt the rooster-man slip yet a third egg into his rear.

Apollo began to instinctively thrust forward, going through the motions of mating a mare in an attempt to relive the driving pleasure consuming his body. As he altered his stance, Andrew was caught off guard as the horse pulled back, engulfing his face in the deep valley between his flanks. The mustang thrust forward and Andrew took in a deep breath before he was once again smothered by the hot, musky, deliciousness of the horse's ass. He oh so lightly nipped at the exposed taint and sack with his beak, his hand reaching up to rub and poke the tender flesh of the now drooling sphincter. Each time he thrust forward, the tips of their cocks rubbed past one another, sending them into ever higher levels of sexual bliss. The feeling of their slickened heads was almost electric, but trying to pull one sensation from the combined mass of feelings was like trying to find one wave in a storm.

The horse pulled backwards a bit harder, his rear and Andrews head hitting the side of the stall. The force was enough to rattle another egg from the shelf, falling almost right into the rooster's hand as he shook off the pain of the impact. Acting fast, Andrew raised his hand as Apollo thrust forward, looking up eagerly as the massive behind moved back once more. The horse nickered loudly as the egg quickly and forcibly was shoved into his anus. Out of a split second reaction he thrust forward hard, and as chance would have it their members met at the precise angle.

Both males snorted and moaned as the enormous flesh cannon that was Apollo's quaking shaft was impaled and slid over the pointed, slick, curving member of the avian hybrid beneath him. Andrew was breathless at the sensation of the incredibly tight passage he felt himself crammed into, his head thrown back, a crow escaping his beak and his lover likewise neighed in both pain and pleasure. The horse cock was slid over all but the last inch or so of his own member, and Andrew, looking down, saw the prominent bulge on the underside of the great organ showing where the head had come to rest. The slightest shift from either of them was enough to make their minds hazy with pleasure, and it didn't take long for their combined actions to evolve into a regular, alternating thrusting and bucking of hips. Slowly at first Apollo drew his hips back, the sliding sensation sending ripples through both of them. Just as he was about to extricate the smaller organ from his own, he was suddenly paralyzed as Andrew thrust his hips up, hilting himself in the stallion's urethra. The two of them continued this dance for several minutes, feeling unlike anything either had experienced before. Andrew was getting close, and a few powerful thrusts later he lost all control and cawed out as he felt his internal testes churn and his cock erupt within Apollo's penile passage.

The horse shuddered, nickered and snorted as he felt the hot fluid injected up his shaft, the heat adding to the warmth the strange liquid had already given him. The bird beneath him thrust upwards in rapid succession, letting the confining flesh enveloping his member milk it for every drop. As more of the rooster seed was infused into him, Apollo felt the odd tingling sensation intensify, centered around his groin and his now egg-stuffed ass, but spreading outwards into all recesses of his body. Andrew too would have felt the strange heat intensify if he wasn't lost in the sea of pleasure. It would have reminded him of the sensations he felt when the change had overtaken him, turning him forever into his avian form. With each spurt of seed into the stallion, the feelings grew more intense until with a shudder his body began to change.

With his own cock still lodged in Apollo, Andrew was almost unawares that his feet and hands had begun to shift. His ankles elongated, his lower and upper legs proportionally shrinking as well. His feet restructured, leaving him with three forward facing toes and one on the rear of each foot, a set of spurs growing in near his ankle joint on each foot as well. His hands began to lose their shape as the middle finger on each began to stretch and thicken. At the same time more feathers began to sprout along his arms, the ones he already possessed growing longer as well. Soon he was left with only long digits for hands, which were quickly consumed by the growing feathers to become full wings. His chest barreled out, becoming more rounded in appearance as his wing muscles grew in.

The last spurts escaped his softening shaft, and he gasped as he felt it slip free of the horse's member, a few trails of semen falling on his crotch and lower stomach, stark white patches against his reddish-brown feathers. Andrew looked himself over briefly, noticing the changes to his body. His second transformation had made him look even less human, as his wings and avian digitigrade legs attested to. As he let out a contented cluck, Apollo suddenly jerked around, the muscles all across his body visibly clenching and unclenching. Turning his gaze back upwards, Andrew could saw the scrotum contract, making the outlines of the large testicles even more pronounced. The rooster-man went wide eyed, though, as he saw the orbs begin to swell.

Already sizable, the orbs slowly swelled out to the size of apples, oranges and finally grapefruits, all the while being drawn up closer to his body. Andrew watched as the two enormous balls seemed to sink into the horse, the sack merging with the flesh of his taint. Soon they were gone, only two small mounds left to indicate the now internalized objects. Apollo snorted, his member flexing up quickly as he shot a truly massive load, covering his belly, the floor and the stall door in front of him with gobs of seed, his own as well as what remained of Andrew's. As the flow subsided, Andrew looked in wonder at the yet still fully erect penis, wondering if the chemical had given the stallion this much stamina.

Apollo bucked slightly, throwing his weight forward and side to side as if trying to escape the confining stall. Andrew was quick to his feet, albeit a bit shakily as he became accustomed to their new structure. He moved forward, clumsily fiddling with the latch with his wings, but soon flinging the stall door open. The mustang was quick to trot out, standing in the main room of the barn and letting out a series of snorts and whinnies as he bucked and kicked around, his cock flailing wildly about all the while. After a few brief, but nervous minutes, Apollo seemed to calm down, standing with his legs somewhat splayed out, his head hung low as he gasped for breath. Andrew had emerged from the stall, looking at the stallion framed against the bright light of the open barn door beyond. He took a few steps forward, letting out a few quizzical clucks as he tried to see if the horse was alright. As he drew near, though, Apollo jerked his head up and looked at him in a fierce and wanting manner, then turned and charged.

Andrew pivoted and tried to run. The barn's rear door was blocked by mounds of hay bales, but he could at least climb atop the pile and wait for the horse to leave or cool down. He was almost there, ready to jump, flap his wings and be free of danger, but was not quite quick enough. He felt the horse's head slam into his back, sending him flying forward and landing hunched over a bale of hay. He was dazed, his head spinning from the force of the impact. The next thing he knew, though, he saw two hoofs come down on either side of his face, and before he could react, Andrew crowed as his rear was impaled by the throbbing horse flesh.

A warble of shock, pain and pleasure escaped his beak as Apollo drove his flared head into his ass. The horse pulled back quickly but with the head remaining inside, then slammed forward again, making Andrew crow and caw from the savage but undeniably amazing feeing. His anal ring was stretched to its limit around the thick member, the sensation of it sliding in and out sent every nerve firing off. Andrew clenched his eyes shut, tears streaming down his feathered cheeks. Each thrust made him squaw out, a definite bulge appearing on his lower stomach as the flare pressed hard against his innards. Andrew's member was alive and stiff again, drooling copious amounts of fluid as the stud claimed him. If his eyes were open, Andrew would have noticed the changes that were beginning, but both he and Apollo as well were too caught up to care about what was happening.

In each of the horse's feet, the small vestigial traces of toes and digits began to grow. On the sides of each hoof, small bumps began to form. As the small lumps grew larger, so too did his hooves begin to shrink. Each thrust drove the changes onwards, and soon his feet bore little resemblance to those of a horse. As the main hoof diminished and reshaped, the other digits became large enough to be seen as toes, the hooves themselves were quickly turned into nothing more than small, black talons on the end of each digit. Now all four feet appeared almost exactly like Andrew's reshaped ones, becoming very definite bird feet. Meanwhile, the bones in the leg and ankle joints had grown enough to compensate and retain the stance and posture of any equine.

All over Apollo's body, his once glorious tan coat began to recede. Starting near his changing feet, the hair vanished and the skin lightened and changed texture, turning yellowish-gray and taking on a scaly appearance. As the hair continued to disappear up to about the midpoint of each limb, however, the bald skin quickly sprouted tufts of soft, white down, followed soon after by layers full white feathers. Soon Apollo's legs were very avian looking as well, and the coat of feathers continued to follow the line of the vanishing coat. The longer, chocolate brown hair of his mane and tail fell away in great clumps. Along his neck and the top of his head, the white feathers grew in longer and stuck up and back somewhat, almost like a crest. His bald tail grew thicker and soon began to sprout its own plumage. The white feathers grew in longer than the others and were tipped with black patches, forming the familiar tuft-fan shape of a chicken's tail, if not quite fully that of a rooster. His body surprisingly remained mostly unchanged, still having the rounded shape and proportions of any other horse of his breed.

As the changes began to creep up his neck and head, Apollo let out a sound that was somewhere between a whinny and a series of clucks. Anyone watching would have seen the horse's mouth clamp shut, his nostrils flattening out as his lips began to draw back. As they retreated, they revealed his teeth had fused and angled outwards. As the flesh retreated further, it became clear that while his head was retaining the overall shape of a horse's, the very front half of his muzzle had transformed into a beak, a gasp for breath coming from the animal as the flesh ceased pulling back, opening new nostrils on either side of it and letting his mouth open once more, letting out another series of whinnying clucks. A large red, rooster's comb grew along the top of his head as the feathers grew in across the rest of his face, even his ears covered in layers of short down.

As the changes slowed, Apollo's pace of thrusting increased. Andrew felt the tension building in his body, and with one last thrust that pushed Andrew up and over onto the next hay bale, Apollo let out a loud crow as he came. Andrew's eyes bolted open from both the sound and the torrent of molten hot seed flooding his insides. He tried to caw or crow, but no sound came from his stunned, dazed body as the shaft buried inside him pumped like a fire hose. The gusher going off within him was enough to send him over the edge as well, his own cock firing off a large load of rooster seed that covered his chest and dripped onto the hay beneath him. Andrew felt his belly swell slightly from the sheer volume, the warm weight sitting in his guts like a brick.

Soon, though, the flow ebbed and he felt the massive pole of horse meat begin to soften and withdraw, the sensation of it sliding out making him shiver with delight. He lay there in a heap upon the hay bale, panting for breath and hearing Apollo doing the same. As he turned his head, though, Andrew saw the strange, chicken-like feet straddling his body. He gasped as the flared head popped out of his now sore rectum, and Andrew, with great effort, turned himself over to look up.

Staring down at him was a creature that still strongly resembled a horse, but with a great deal of chicken characteristics. It likewise looked down at him with a curious expression, but soon seemed to lose interest and dismounted the bales, walking slowly towards the open barn door. Propping himself up, Andrew saw the now limp phallus hanging between the animal's legs. It was still mostly horse-like, with the admirable length and girth, and even the medial ring intact. The head was still flared, but appeared only slightly more pointed in shape, and the entire organ had lost its mottled appearance and was a glistening jet black, standing out starkly against the white feathers. As the horse-chicken strode towards the exit, the shaft continued to soften and was drawn in, disappearing beneath a tuft of feathers into its internal sheath.

Apollo, or rather what Apollo had become, exited the barn and turned towards the pasture, leaving the also changed rooster-man lying in a mess of semen, feathers and hay. Andrew tried to get up, but was too sore. He tried to focus his mind, but could not fight the dizziness or exhaustion creeping over him. So with a sigh, he leaned back against another bale, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.

Andrew woke some time later to a commotion outside. Standing shakily on his weak, altered legs, the rooster-man walked out of the barn and towards an assembled group of other transformed humans. Andrew walked with a bit of a limp, not just from his sore ass, but from the strange weight in his lower abdomen. His companions at first took no noticed of his changed state, instead watching with rapt fascination at the spectacle unfolding in front of them. Apollo, the new avian-equine hybrid, was mounting one of the mares in the pasture. Several other females already lay on the grass or stood nearby, their hinds still moist from their own matings. Andrew was a bit surprised to see the other stallion and even the geldling showing like signs of being bred by the virile creature.

Looking on, seeing the energetic efforts Apollo was putting forward, Andrew couldn't help but feel aroused. The night of their massive bodies, their barreled shape, broad, round flanks grinding and pounding against each other was mesmerizing. He felt a stirring in his own nethers as he watched the shaft drive in and out of the mare's passage. Soon he felt his member swelling, but it felt different this time. The swelling sensation didn't taper off, but seemed to only continue to build. Andrew's eyes shut partially, his gaze still fixed on the mating animals as the pleasure began to consume him completely. He felt as if he may black out from the erotic feelings when a surprised cluck startled him back awake. Looking around, he noticed all the chicken-folk were staring rather intently at him, not at the two rutting beasts. Following the direction of their gaze, he lowered his head, but stopped abruptly as he saw the jet black, thick, flared head of a horse's penis.

It stuck up and in front of him, the end bobbing in front of his lower chest. Slowly tracing his gaze further down, watching it gently curve and thicken the further he went. He passed the medial ring and several veins that pulsed with each beat of his heart, following its length until it vanished beneath his feathers. True the shape was more tapering and the head more pointed than a typical horse's member, but it was unmistakably equine. Reaching out, Andrew brushed some wing feathers against it, feeling a shivers of pleasure followed by a dirbble of pre. It was his, the massive tube of flesh belonged to him. Just as he had given Apollo his new avian features, so too had the stallion gifted him with a little bit of his own essence. He felt a surge of unprecedented joy, imagining the unrepentant, hedonistic things he could, and would, do with such an endowment. Looking around at the stunned bird people, seeing some already erect or moist with desire, Andrew let a mischievous look come into his eyes.

In the weeks that followed, life on the ranch settled back into a somewhat normal routine. Once the initial wave of euphoria had worn off, the chicken people had gotten back to work. The horses had soon undergone similar transformations, becoming the same type of creature Apollo had been initially made into, the stallion evidently just as contagious to other horses as humans and chickens now were to each other. They soon discovered that, despite the altered states, the animals could still be harnessed much as they formerly were and could pull ploughs and carts and even be saddled and ridden by some of the more human chicken people. Another useful trait showed itself one day when Apollo, who had been acting a bit broody, found a spot near the barn and squatted his hind quarters low with his legs spread wide, depositing an egg the size of a soccer ball on the grass. The other horses followed suit in the next few days, and the ranch had yet another source of plentiful ovoids. As the weeks turned to months, the mares all began to show bulges in their bellies. One ranch hand, a veterinarian before his transformation, performed and examination and soon declared they were with foal, or chick, or whatever they would end up calling the offspring, and that the lack of a hard shell forming around them seemed to indicate they would be live births. The ranch was abuzz with excitement in the first generation of their new breed.

Andrew, all the while, had settled into his new form as well. Not only was he now far more chicken-like in appearance, but Apollo had given him a little bit of horse mixed in as well. He puzzled why he and the stallion had been effected in such a way, figuring that it was a combination of the chemical, the eggs, his own seed and whatever transformative hormones Apollo had begun to give off. However it happened, Andrew was thrilled with the results. He was, however, still intensely curious. Looking out over the pastures of cows, sheep and heard dogs, he questioned whether the chemical would have the same effect on any animal if given the right dose and treatments. Andrew resolved that as soon as he could find another vial of the miraculous substance, he would find out.